The Palestinian flag is fluttering outside my window

The Palestinian flag is fluttering outside my window. It is not my flag. I do not have a flag. I mean, personally, I do not own one. My mother had an American flag. She lived in America and she told me that a man had once climbed up a flagpole and had taken the flag off it and given it to her as a present. This … Continue reading The Palestinian flag is fluttering outside my window

Flash Fiction – Finally, the Circus Left

First, it was the lion and the ringmaster. Then the bear, having no further duties, nor a reason to keep it there. Then a seal, with a ball balanced on its nose. Finally, the last remaining mouse slammed its bag shut with a snap and then, pulling its hat more firmly on its head and with a noise of discontent, it walked out, away from me, … Continue reading Flash Fiction – Finally, the Circus Left