“The detective scans the tree. Jacaranda sticks to her sandals. Yes, you guessed it. It’s that time. The time of flowers. The fiesta of flowers. Old timers are weaving them into great wreaths on the ground, outlined in chalk.”
This week, another flash fiction, just published in the magazine Your Impossible Voice.
It is called “Chalk Talk.”
It is a bit noir. A bit detective. During a fiesta of flowers. Maybe bits of Lynch in there too. There is definitely a donut, but that comes at the end.
Read the rest of the story over here.
Never Mind the Beasts 
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