Flash Fiction_02.18 “Edgar’s Valentine”

It turns. The ceiling fan. I watch the blades move, feeling curious about the racket. There is a sound like the space between radio stations pulsing with each rotation. A sharp whine comes up from below it. This sound I cannot explain. The blades blur until there is only a rotation of shadow and light. Pins prick my palms, the soles … Continue reading Flash Fiction_02.18 “Edgar’s Valentine”