[Flash Fiction] Sisterhood

They arrived first: one Asian girl checking their reservation with the host and the other girl checking her frizzy hair in a pocket mirror.

“Stupid humidity—every time,” she groaned as they were shown to their table.

“Do you think she’ll show up?” the Asian girl asked. “Probably not, right? It’s been five years since we’ve talked.”

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[Flash Fiction] Safe House

I heard the roar of his motorcycle before I saw him, quieting to a murmur as he parked beside the shed. I knew he would use the overrun bushes nearby to hide his bike and I heard the crinkle of the leaves as he walked to the door. Five steps separated his bike from the door and I counted them in my head.

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