Sultry Spark

Sultry Sparkle (a Microflash story)

“The sea breeze makes it lovely,” says Judy, her feet in the surf. Beads of sweat glisten on her upper lip.

“You wanted to come out here in the middle of the night...

Richer than I thought

Every now and then, you *must*—indeed: *must*!—clean up your own workshop. Absolutely not one of my favorite activities. Even a bit pointless, I think. I always lose everything anyway, even when I store it away neatly.