Flash Fiction Winner: The Salesman ⚡️
by Sophia Laughlin “Don’t you see the sign? No soliciting.” “I’m not a solicitor. I’m a salesman.” The man started to close his door. It shuddered. Stopped with a sickening thunk. One of the Salesman’s sleek black loafers was wedged between the door and its frame. His pale, matte skin Read more


