Hometown Stranger
Flash fiction on the passing of time
4 min readMar 3, 2020
His house is sweaty; same as every summer. There’s no need for air conditioning, and he told anybody who…
His house is sweaty; same as every summer. There’s no need for air conditioning, and he told anybody who…
A multilingual language enthusiast. A fresh mind, impassioned by writing; making up for lost time. I write Short Fiction, Poetry, and the Occasional Opinion.