by Tiffanny Haacker I slid my hand from the back of my neck up to the middle of my head. It was a warm, hairy, wet mess. I hesitantly...

by Tiffanny Haacker I was still drunk when they brought me in here. They better give me the cop’s camera footage in court, I know that...

by Tiffanny Haacker This flash fiction story is dedicated to my high school sweet heart, for his name still rings in my ears....