Flash in the Pan

A Quarterly Posting at Tiny Lights


by Jane Person

It is evening. The dishes are rinsed and in the dishwasher. I have exercised today, something I hate to do but find great satisfaction in its being done. The day is complete, satisfactory.

Evenings are my times for evaluation of a day, of a life. I glance over to my fish tank. I hope they have as good of a life as possible—for fish that is. I know I have learned from them. I've learned that I need a big tank in which to live my life. But in that massive tank I need a small place I call home. Maybe it is an underwater cave in the rock protected by ferns, a place to rest in the evenings of my life.

Jane Person writes of evenings in Petaluma, CA.

Twenty-seventh Flash

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Eight by Laurel Aiona
Believe by Carol Hoorn
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Third Time’s A Charm? by Judy Drechsler
The Beginning Of The End by Linda Melick
Putting Digits In Places They Shouldn't Be by Teresa Oefinger

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