FLASH FICTION BY Edith Gallagher Boyd
Smitty left his flask on the street when they picked him up. Guess he
didn't want to make things worse. But the cops were nice. Something about a daughter at the station. I pictured the hot burn in my throat, but
didn't drink any. Gave it to Lester when he set his box near mine in
Smitty's old spot.
Edith Gallagher Boyd is a graduate of Temple University, a former French teacher, and an avid fan of the Philadelphia Eagles. She and her family live in Jupiter, Florida.