Tag: flash fiction

George

George was a very blue dog. Being stuffed as he was, George didn’t spend much time romping among the daisies. He most often played indoors with his favorite sidekick, Kiki the green turtle. Being a turtle as she was, Kiki didn’t do much romping, well, anywhere. George the blue dog loved Kiki and he loved…

By Lisa February 11, 2020 Off

Park Bench – 15:00 Hours

Jean-Luc sat easily on the park bench, one arm draped over the back. He pulled a slow, hard drag from his cigarette, inhaling the afternoon heat. “Your first time in Paris, monsieur?” The man’s aroma suggested it had been some time since he bathed. “I’ve been…away for many years.” “I know places to see, monsieur.…

By Lisa January 28, 2020 Off

Silent Protest

Harold felt someone touch him. Or did he? It was hard to tell from behind the curtain of darkness shrouding his eyes. Every inch of his leaden body resisted all appeals for movement. His mind was too clouded for inquiry. He could probably rally himself, but the only thing he wanted was to let go,…

By Lisa January 21, 2020 Off

Carried

She always felt like the one who needed to be carried. He was the calm to her bluster, the reason to her emotion. When she fretted and worried, he said, “just keep going” and “I believe.” She found his lack of excitability infuriating. Through all the changes, the struggles, the fears, he worked and simply…

By Lisa January 14, 2020 Off

Frozen Echoes

Echoes of laughter-laced music from last night’s party crept out from behind the tree line and moved across the field. The piney air carried the suggestion of alcohol-doused firewood and nearly frozen vomit, followed by something not quite appropriate to the occasion – the unmistakable scent of fresh blood. “What do you think it is,…

By Lisa May 9, 2018 Off

Undercover

To say that a bald man in a white suit and purple sunglasses at a funeral sticks out like a sore thumb might be the singularly greatest understatement of the year, but when I got the 5:00 AM call to show up for an urgent security job, I was in a mildly hungover state and…

By Lisa May 7, 2018 Off

The Fishing Trip

“Been forever since I fished these waters. Or any. Won’t be much good.” Joe watched as his grandfather stood in the shallows, silent and motionless. He hadn’t been himself since Gran died. “Ya know, Gramps,” said Joe quietly, “you always said it didn’t matter if we caught anything, just that we get our toes wet…

By Lisa May 1, 2018 Off

Uplifted

Winter came again last night. The wind takes icy bites of my neck. I turn my collar against the chill, seeking help from glittering sunshine that offers no warmth. The landscape has dressed in delicate white furs for the occasion of what is – hopefully – winter’s final farewell. Across the snow-laced field sits a…

By Lisa March 14, 2018 Off

First Day on the Job

“Here’s where you punch in and out,” said Bob, “and you’ll be up in the rig until your shift ends, so take your lunch up with you.” Ned punched his card and followed the foreman to the building site, hesitating at the sight of the crane towering above the high-rise. Freak accident, they said, could…

By Lisa March 8, 2018 Off

Strange Bedfellows

“Everyone thinks you’re ridiculous,” taunted Raven, circling around his companion. Unicorn drank from the cool, sparkling stream. “No one laughs about rainbows when I’m around,” Raven prodded. Silent, Unicorn continued walking along the shore. “I strike fear in the hearts of men,” he boasted, puffing out his chest feathers. Finally, Unicorn stopped. “And what of…

By Lisa March 7, 2018 Off