The Route.

99-word stories, works of flash fiction. Equal breaths, telling stories in heartbeats - spitting tales out between sips of coffee.

Maybe, eyes catch in the hallway. Maybe, shoulders brush in a school corridor, or a hand grabs another in the dark room of a party. Perhaps, it's the gentle touch of hands running down a tense, shaking back.

It's the presence of another on your lonely days. It's the important of using words precisely and with purpose. It's the story to the most barren, crucial details, but the excitement and wonder of the well-loved novels of our time.