March 2018 • Flash by Nash

Memory

By Joy Nash | 03/28/2018 |

“What’ll it be, miss? Sunset? Island vacation?” “Nothing like that. I want to browse the back room.” I can tell I’ve shocked him. “What? A nice girl like you?” I force myself to meet the salesman’s eyes. “I’ve got money. Cash.” I slide the bills across the counter before I can change my mind. The…

Train

By Joy Nash | 03/14/2018 |

The rhythm of the rails takes me back. “Next stop!” The conductor calls out the town I swore I’d never go back to. It’s the last place I want to be. But the brakes are squealing and my fare’s run out, so I grab my duffel and break my vow. I’m the only passenger getting…