Flash Fiction Practice
Rodia contemplates when to admit he's lost his job
The first face Rodia saw that morning was Mark's.
"Hello, good morning." Mark said with a smile. "Breakfast?"
"Good morning. Thanks, breakfast sounds great."
Rodia sat down. Mark's face, which was peaking in from the kitchen into the dining room was smiling. His smile always communicated things without words. Today Rodia knew...
"Hello, good morning." Mark said with a smile. "Breakfast?"
"Good morning. Thanks, breakfast sounds great."
Rodia sat down. Mark's face, which was peaking in from the kitchen into the dining room was smiling. His smile always communicated things without words. Today Rodia knew...