Quick Fiction by Nick Fisherman

< > Table of Contents Depending on how you look at it, I was either in the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place ...

My phone rings in the middle of the night. Face firmly planted in the pillow, I flail my arm about, succeeding only in knocking my nightst...

Ainsley Rigby lifts her leg to the bench to finish tying her shoe, drips of partly chlorinated water fall from her hair. She hardly had en...