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Flash Fiction by Stoney deGeyter



I trudged back to my car, kicking pebbles across the wet parking lot. The narrow eves above kept me out of the rain, which is coming down in sheets mere inches away. The pungent smell of hot, wet asphalt entered my nostrils replacing the stench of the hospital I just left. That mixture of sickness and antiseptic that lingers in the brain for days…



Jason was already overwhelmed. ​It was Monday morning, his first day back at work after a two-week vacation that ended up being more stress than relaxation. “I need a vacation from my vacation,” he half-joked to everyone who stopped him to inquire as he navigated his way through the building toward his office…