I’ve been reading Chekhov lately, and I couldn’t resist sprinkling a little of him into this new story about love, passion, loss and almond croissants.
The modern world has delivered great progress, but a fierce price. That, in a nutshell, is the story of disenchantment. It’s neither truthful nor helpful.
A new Snap Fiction story for your enjoyment! Or maybe it’s more of a prose poem. The bird knows.
Hark, a sonnet! How old-school and yet contemporary… This one mixes Italian and English elements. Enjoy!
How do you play by the rules when no one knows what the rules are?