Slap, Slap, Slap… short fiction
I hear the sound again, a rythmic slap, and know she is outside. A peek outside my front window thru the shutters verifies it– Iris. Iris, the early riser. Iris, the determined. Iris, the… kindergartner? [...]
I hear the sound again, a rythmic slap, and know she is outside. A peek outside my front window thru the shutters verifies it– Iris. Iris, the early riser. Iris, the determined. Iris, the… kindergartner? [...]