Free Reads | Flash Fiction

Owl Man

“Owl man,” they chant, as I whoo like a siren or a fork lift from one of those factories up there on the hill, just beyond the city – my city; owl man’s city.


I snicker, “Laugh as you like, kids.  You’ll understand one day.”  I chortle again, I sound like a parent despite never having seeded life in a woman.  Or kissed one, not that it matters anymore.


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About Shaylen Maxwell

Custom Reborn Artist, Portrait Artist, Writer, Editor, Momma of two (Sneaky & Meekly)
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One Response to Free Reads | Flash Fiction

  1. dairyairhead says:

    “The owls are not what they seem”

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