Good Old Bobby
OnGood old Bobby was usually a happy drunk, but every once in a while, he’d get all salty about one thing or another. Then it was a whole new ball of wax, especially if he got his dander up about something and…
Tag: flash fiction
Uncle Frank, the Boxer
OnMy uncle Frank was quite the character. He wasn’t too nice to look at, but boy, did he have stories galore. Us kids loved to sit at his feet whenever we all gathered at Grandma’s house to listen to him talk. It…
Old Habits Never Die
OnJanice gritted her teeth as her husband continued with his annoying habit of sucking on his teeth. Her head tilted to the side as she tried not to cringe at the sound for the thousandth time. ‘My god!’ she thought to herself,…
Like a Moth…
OnHe had always felt drawn to her, a pulling that he couldn’t resist. Like a moth to a flame. He loved her hair, it was like silk under his fingers. He could spend hours running his fingers or a brush through her…
Keeping Watch (Short Story)
OnIt was just a tiny thing. A minuscule situation that shouldn’t have evoked any irritation at all, much less the raging inferno of fury that it did. It just goes to show you that you can’t trust a man with a violent…
Hate. (Short Story)
OnThe hate was so strong, so visceral that she could feel it all the way to her toes. It was like someone had injected her with a burning liquid that was seeping through all of her veins, ever bit of flesh and…
Choice Cuts (Short Story)
OnHe licked his lips, the juice from the meat he was eating dribbling down his chin until it broke free and dropped onto the ever increasing stain on his old T-shirt. He smacked his lips, muttering “Yummy!” as his strong teeth tore…
The Stranger in the Mirror (Short Story)
OnJennifer was screaming as loud as she could, but no one was listening. She had screamed until her own ears hurt from listening to it. She had cried and wailed at the unfairness of it all. This was followed by anger and…
Listen to the Children (Short Story)
OnLooking in the mirror, she squinted at her reflection. Marianne only looked 25, but she felt like she was falling apart already. She made a face at her reflection and then wiggled her eyebrows. She picked up her foundation primer and started…
The Haunted Garden (Short Story)
OnI love to look out the window into the gardens. I’ve always loved them so. Gardening was the one thing I did for my own well being. I wasn’t terribly concerned with the fact that my husband hated flowers, because they made…