Flash Fiction Friday – We Are Young

A shivery sort of flash fiction. I love the idea behind the “we are young” concept, even as I hate it…

Angela Cavanaugh

Last FFF: Holiday

1942 report

Susan looked out over the ten by ten rows of clear plastic cradles. Inside each was a tightly wrapped new life. Some wriggled while others slept. One of the babies wailed. 

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