Kenosha Writers’ Group

Flash fiction by Joe Barr
The cat barked.
That’s the first clue. Standing on the ceiling, that’s the second.
I say it out loud. I want to hear it.
“Something’s wrong!”
I hear it, or I think I hear it. I’m dreaming, or I’m delusional. Or I’m in some really strange place. I hope I’m dreaming.
I look up. There’s a […]

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Flash fiction by Joe Barr
They come in under the door. I don’t know how they do that. I don’t know how I know that. I can’t see the door from my bed. It doesn’t make sense. They leave by the oven. Why would they come in under the door?
I don’t think they know I’m here. […]

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