Fifty-Three Words
In a rain-slicked diner off Route 23, a weary salesman peddles the promise of a better tomorrow through electric gadgets and hollow smiles. Between Cincinnati and Columbus, the line between the sales pitch and the truth begins to blur. As Jules pours another coffee and the smell of chicken-fried steak fills the air, he’s forced to confront his own "bullshit." Is he selling progress, or just another dream he no longer believes in himself?
Longing. Regret. Surrealism. Places Between.
Flash Fiction | ~500 Words | February 2026