When my children were young, they’d play outside ‘til the streetlights came on. A cranky old lady lived down the block. They called her Crab. Woe be the kid who chased a ball across her lawn. Now that I’m old, I think I get it. It wasn’t about the lawn.
A prolific writer, Carol Reeves is loving the fun, freedom and challenge of Flash Fiction. She frequently writes about the privilege and vicissitudes of aging. Her stories are frequently published in Flash Fiction Magazine and 50 Word Stories. Her memoir, “All the Little Miracles,” was published in 2022.
