John stared me down. His eyes, bloodshot, and the red seeped into his irises. His teeth grit. By the second, he grew taller, and so did the shadow behind him. Lastly, his skin turned red like a pepper, taking on its shine, too. My stomach churned. But I cleared my throat. “John,” I began, “IContinue reading “Flash Fiction #2: Big John”
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