Flash Fiction Friday – Dumb Love

16 Friday May 2014

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Last Week’s FFF: Sight

Two crash test dummies in a forbidden romance:

Jane had little understanding of what her new job entailed, and, therefore, was naively excited for her first day of work. She sat in the passenger seat of the new sedan. She studied the interior. The seats were made of soft leather. It was slick against her pants. The air conditioner was on in the car and so was the seat warmer.

Balance she thought.

The dash board was clean. The radio donned a seven inch touch screen interface. It was currently off. There was a shifter in the middle, but she knew that the car was automatic. Her hand was positioned on the arm support of the door. It felt fresh, like it had never been touched before.

John sat next to her. Continue reading →

Flash Fiction Friday – Sight

10 Saturday May 2014

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Last Week’s FFF: Still Human

Daphne only ever saw darkness. Blind from birth, she lived her life through her other senses. She had gotten very good at this. She achieved her agility primarily by sound. She couldn’t hear echos bouncing off of things like a bat. But sound did help her identify objects, nonetheless.

Every object made a sound for her. The difference between her cane striking concrete versus a dirt was as different as a wind chime sounded verses a drum. Everything she could tap sang to her in its own unique song. This was also the easiest way of identifying people. Be it the wheezy, mouth breathing of her deceased husband, Continue reading →

Flash Fiction Friday – Indecisive

18 Friday Apr 2014

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Last Week’s FFF: Dinozombie

Samuel loaded Cassidy’s bags above their seats. The trains storage area consisted of a flat surface and a rail. There was nothing to hold the bags in place other than their weight. Cassidy’s bag was more than heavy enough to ensure it wouldn’t slide around.

“Are you ready for this?” Samuel asked.

She folded the excessive fabric of her dresses skirt in front of her and wedged herself into her seat.

“I can’t stay here any longer. Too many memories,” she said.

Samuel brushed his long, leather jacket to the side and began to sit next to her. A hand stayed him. He turned to see a member of the train staff.

“Sorry sir, you’ll have to stow those,” the man said, pointing to the twin guns on his hips. Continue reading →

Flash Fiction Friday – Valentine

14 Friday Feb 2014

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I watched from the shadows as a happy couple made their way down the empty street. They picked the wrong, dark alley tonight. The moon hung high above, illuminating their path, but the nooks of the cityscape hide kept me concealed.

The two laughed and swayed as they traveled. She clung to her escort, unstable on her tall shoes, like a gazelle just learning to walk. Even from here, I could smell that he wasn’t as drunk as he pretended to be. He was playing the part, leading her on. Continue reading →

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Flash Fiction Friday – Treasure

23 Saturday Nov 2013

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Flash Fiction Friday - Treasure

Hola From Puerto Vallarta!

Today’s Flash fiction is brought to you from Mexico! I’m on vacation. Enjoy!!

“Where did you get this?” Lola asked.
I knew by her tone that she was begging for me to lie. But my days of coddling her feelings were long past.
“Where do you think?” I asked, bluntly.
“You stole it,” she said, disappointed. “When you called, I had hoped that you were done. That you were ready to come back to me, to the force, to the life you lost when you gave into corruption.” Continue reading →