WOW! Flash Fiction Contest Runner-Up
“You’re not my Mommy!”
My gaze flicked to the rear-view mirror. A few blonde hairs stuck to her wet cheeks as she glared at me with all the defiance she could muster. I looked back to the road, biting the inside of my cheek. She’s only three, I reminded myself, and that parenting book said it’s normal to test boundaries. Healthy, even.Continue Reading ...
November 11, 2014