All I was trying to do was pour my daughter her milk, just like any mother would…
My Boy (flash fiction story)
“Hey, Lady! Lady!” My cheeks puckered and my eyes narrowed. I turned to face the man who was coming towards me, calling me Lady, which was only slightly better than calling me Tramp. The man’s features were washed out and obscured by the bright lights of the crime scene. We were on the civilian side…