Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction #9

I’m mad.

I’m mad at you for what you’ve become.

I’m mad at you for how you live.

I’m mad at you for mocking my values and for mocking what I hold dear.

I’m mad at you for creating flesh and blood that I can’t touch or hold because they are mad at you, too.

Flash Fiction #8

Robert pulled a card out of the stack of mail and opened it, then read the inscription.

“Your first Father’s Day always feels like the most important, but as your kids grow, you realize they’re all important. Enjoy it!

Love Always, Dad.”

He put it down, picked up the memorial card, and read the fancy script.

“In memory of Robert, Sr. Born April 16, 1940. Died June 18, 2010.”

Flash Fiction #8

Betty tipped her cap and laid the tassel down the side. She’d worked hard and now it was coming to an end. The end of school and the end of being told what to do by people who didn’t have a clue. Now she could make her own decisions, and if dancing on a pole was what she wanted, then who cared what her mother said.

Flash Fiction #7

I remember playing in the hot Tennessee rain. We danced, skipped, and jumped while it came down in sheets. It was one of my favorite things, and I often wonder why I now shy away from the rain now. I cover up and block the drops when they used to be the music that made my heart prance.

Flash Fiction #6

I remember your curls and your wide smile.

I remember the way your eyes danced when you looked at me.

I remember your words; they’re burned in my brain.

I remember your song and the feeling it gave me.

I remember your warmth and the comfort you shared.

More than anything, I remember the lies and the pain that you caused.

Flash Fiction #5

I pack a bag, tie my boot strings, and follow the railroad tracks.

I have no plans, no expectations, and no company. I‘m not worried about being lonely. I know adventure will be my friend.

Wherever I lay my head will be my home, at least until I wake and start again.

Flash Fiction #4

Some people fear me and my shadowy presence, but others embrace my wisdom with the wonder of the universe.

I am stalwart and masculine, but malleable and supple.

To touch me, reach out, and caress my vibrancy.

When it is dark, have no fear. I am here, just look up.

I am Midnight!

Flash Fiction #3

I can’t go home. I want to, but what if things are not what they should be? What if the trees smell different and the flowers have died? What if the image in my head doesn’t match the image in front of me? What if you’re not there?

Will it still be home?

Flash Fiction #2

As I walked in the rain, I felt the stress wash away. As I walked in the rain, I felt the pain melt away. As I walked in the rain, I felt my tears dry. As I walked in the rain, I felt you with me. As I walked in the rain, I felt lost love return.

Flash Fiction #1

Eric adjusted his bangs and slid the heavy knitted ski mask down over his flushed cheeks. Then he pulled out the long knife and looked it over before sliding it back into place. He peered into the bright house through the open door at his next victim.

When their eyes met, Eric squeaked, “Trick-or-Treat!”