Posted on May 15, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
We were underneath, before it crossed over the river. Tires sizzled above us like a new form of electricity. These were sounds of an alien world, our planet. Our arms glued on to it, tentacles. Yet, we couldn’t follow it. The kid was…
Category: Flash Fiction, PortraitsTags: Author, Bridges, Fiction, Freeway, Ghosts, Murder, Mystery, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Roads, Writing
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