“Do you want to dance by the light of the moon, Katie, like the old folk song says?” “Don’t be a nerd. I’m no buffalo gal.” “You have no...

A couple sat holding hands that were wrinkled, spotted, and painted with age. They sat upon a baby blue blanket, the one their infant son, J

This is my entry to a Flash Fiction challenge sponsored by Indies Unlimited. With this photo (attribution K.S. Brooks) and the following...