Flash Fiction – Early Evening Memories (From the Archives)

It wasn’t silent, there were still signs of life out there on the fields below. The workers had already gone back to their homes as the light fell away from the sky, but the birds were singing their final songs of the day. Above, a few reptiles flew ahead high up in the sky, their enormous triangle wings blocking out swathes of the sky as their riders directed them back to their roots. … More Flash Fiction – Early Evening Memories (From the Archives)