Hailstorm
During the hailstorm, we were pelted by thick crystalline balls like when my favourite necklace broke, beads dancing on the kitchen floor, and I dared you to grab me like that again; one time too many.
Karen Schauber
Karen Schauber’s flash fiction has received nominations for the Pushcart Prize, Best Small Fictions, Best Microfiction, and the Wigleaf Top 50. She curates Vancouver Flash Fiction, and in her spare time is a seasoned family therapist. Read her at: https://KarenSchauberCreative.weebly.com.