Tall Tales Flash Fiction

  Mama, Mama, my finger hurts, cried Bobby. Let’s have a look at it. Oh, a little splinter, we must get that out before it festers. How? I’ll need my tweezers and magnifying glass but first, we’ll put a little rubbing alcohol on it. That’s gonna hurt. I think I’ll just keep the splinter. IfContinue reading “Tall Tales Flash Fiction”