Tag Archives: flash fiction

Surreptitious

It was a decoy. The tree.   Because it commanded your attention.   A huge tree damaged by Mother Nature. “Wow… Look at that tree!”  people would say as they passed by, not noticing the obvious. The stone wall was a decoy, … Continue reading

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Keep Out!

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the weekly hosting of Friday Fictioneers! “Someone’s coming up the front driveway,”  whispered Kathy to Wayne. Jack was in the basement where he kept cool on hot days. As usual, he would be no help. … Continue reading

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Promise

Jen latched the suitcase, and took one last long look around.  Many times she had tried to leave, but something held her there.  He promised he would return.  I promised I would wait.  Eight years was a long time. She … Continue reading

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Pungence

  The odor grew stronger everyday.  At first, Nita assumed it was road kill from the highway.  But it grew in intensity and on Thursday, grocery day for Nita, the smell followed her all the way to the store. She … Continue reading

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Struggles

Some saw a table for two or three, hosting an impromptu lunch on a sunny day. Others saw a much-needed break in the daily routine… fresh air, laughter, conversations with friends and coworkers. Charles saw none of that.   He saw … Continue reading

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Bright Light

  Impossible.  Wasn’t it?  Jenna’s heart beat so fast she could feel it in her head. “Mommy!  Can people shrink?  Like until they are teeny tiny and too small to see?” “No, Honey.  Only in the movies.” Jenna went back … Continue reading

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It Soothes the Savage Beast

  Huddled together, a hundred inmates sat cross legged with chains connecting their wrists.  The hot sun scorched the ground and concrete and the men became uneasy, agitated.  Guards with billyclubs and badges reflecting the heat paced around the mob. Suddenly shouting … Continue reading

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