Lila
“You never loved me?” It was more realization than question. “You’re nothin’,” Lila spat through her cigarette smoke. “Like your father,” she muttered and took another drag, her too-red lipstick leaving its stain on the butt. He hated her. Hated her cheap clothes and frowsy hair, her bra straps sticking out of blouses forever unbuttoned and…
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Curtain Call
Breathe in. Breathe out. Visualize. See yourself in front of the room, comfortable, confident, smiling as you go through the motions… “Rubbish,” she muttered. It never works. You can’t deliver a convincing portrayal when your heart isn’t in it. Not really. The words you say are just a script to fool the world into thinking that…
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The Red Chair
Rob’s heart beat faster as he parked his pickup and climbed the steps to the porch. The little red chair sitting in the corner couldn’t be the same one he lost years ago, but he had to ask. It had been his dad’s chair first, then his. Rob couldn’t remember if it was lost by…
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How Does Your Garden Grow?
“George, your yard and gardens are holding up so much better than anyone else’s on the street during this heat wave,” said Sam, pausing his morning walk to wipe the sweat from his neck. “Yeah, Betty’s taken to spending a lot more time out here since several of her friends have passed lately,” said George…
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Unresolved
This was never the plan. Your choice, but my fault – my failure – as certain as if I provided the weapon. Forever my soul will haunt the hallways of regret, closing doors on what should have been. We remain unresolved. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written in response to the YeahWrite #342 Microprose Challenge: Write a complete story in exactly…
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Broken
Jack was tired of hearing from everyone how he should look on the bright side, how he should be thankful that even though he was broken, he was alive. “Screw that shit,” he muttered as he rifled through one of the nearby mounds of semi-dirty laundry that popped up like boils around his apartment since…
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Lonesome Spirits
Hank spun the glass clumsily on the wet bar top, watching the amber liquid slosh at the sides and grab at what little light came from the room. At the other end of the bar, Tom raised an eyebrow and studied Hank carefully while wiping down hot, clean glassware with a towel. “Hey, mister, you…
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Adrift
I can no longer feel my body. I still have one, but I stopped being aware of its familiar boundaries some time ago; perhaps I no longer have need of its restrictive comfort. My mind no longer obliged to the limitations of the light, I release myself to the freedom of the darkness, surprised at the…
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Paper Mountain – #Flash4Storms
On Tuesday, I usually run a flash fiction written in response to the weekly prompt from Charli Mills over at Carrot Ranch Communications. Weekly flash fiction prompts are taking a break in the barn for the time being as we kick off this month’s Flash Fiction Rodeo over at the ranch. I still have a…
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A Darkness Above
Before she opened her eyes, she took stock of her body, moving from head to toe in a thorough assessment of each muscle and bone. She was hurt, sore, but not broken – at least not on the exterior – and desperately in need of water to wash away the dry bitterness that clung to…
