Short Fiction: Fire Sale

Gavin stood inside the entry and faced his store. He sighed. Charred boxes, half-melted merchandise, walls stained blackā€”it was an eyesore, but what could he do? And then there was the smell. Even near-toxic levels of air freshener could not hide it. He could have curled up into a ball and cried, but there were... Continue Reading →

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