Good morning, friends. Today I see the world differently. A new style of writing captures my imagination. Flash Fiction. Dismissing convention it seeks authenticity. Here's a sample:


I taste rum soaked strawberry shortcake and don't remember how old I was the first time I climbed a tree.I remember going to the hospital. I remember seering pain, unable to move or even breathe, determined to make it through.

I don't remember where I was when my father died, but I remember the smell of my dogs when I lifted the cover from their cold crate.

I don't even remember where I stayed the first night when I left home forever. A tornado swirled around. And I don't remember the name of the town where my best friend was buried but I see her being placed in the ground, again and again.

Last night, as Amazon Sage, I dream travelled to South America in an aeroplane. I remember flying high over the Andes, listening to engines sputtering, wondering if I would survive. Air filtration system hums, a person coughs, another cries, someone taps a pen on paper.

I hear my computer stroking keys while billions of neurons roar through my mind.