Bald-Faced Lies

Prompted Flash Fiction (eagle, end of dock, cup)

It’s funny what you get used to living in Alaska. Take bald eagles, for instance. When somebody from the Lower 48 comes to visit, they about wet their pants every time they see a baldie. The first time my friend Arbolina—that’s not her real name, she’d shoot me if I used her real name—saw one, she damn near fell into the lake from a seated position, whi…