Amy wasn’t supposed to be home when Eric returned. She was tucked away in the unlit den with her car tucked in the garage. If Eric had been the sort to notice things, he might have seen her rain coat by the door or her keys in Aunt Clara’s crystal bowl. She pulled up her… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Bless This House
Category: Flash Fiction
Flash Fiction: There Will Be A Party
Twelve women filed into the living room, which seemed to shrink its 20 x 15 size. The red couch seats were gone first, then the tan recliners, but the folding chairs remained mostly unoccupied until Melissa made the announcement. “Hi Everybody! Thank you SO much for coming. I think most of you know, Heather. And… Continue reading Flash Fiction: There Will Be A Party
Country Dog in the City
“What’s that noise?” Country dog stood on the back of the couch, scanning the street from the picture window while city dog lay curled in the couch corner. “Huh?” “Did you hear it? Car! Car and walker! Both out there. Right there!” “Oh yeah?” City dog yawned and stretched before coming to take a look.… Continue reading Country Dog in the City
Homework
Ever try to capture and vaccinate a feral kitten? It scratches, hides and pathetically meows just like an 8-year-old boy doing homework. I need this kitten to write some Ohio Facts, each one in a different color. “Here. Start with red.” The color of rage. He writes the first one and starts the second… Continue reading Homework
Flash Fiction: Concucombine
“She’s a real beauty.” “Your ex wife?” “No, you idiot. The tractor. You’ll see her right before the stop sign on 162. That fucking moron bolted his name onto it. Like that makes it his.” The man’s grease-encased fingers were counting off fifties. Five hundred each, which happened to be more than one of the… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Concucombine
Incendiary
I stayed quiet when the people in uniforms asked, “Are you okay?” because eventually they asked, “Do you know what happened?” I knew. There was uncle Ricky’s fight with the neighbor about the car. Cody and Ray wanted their money back, but the landlord wanted his too. And mom just wanted a man who would… Continue reading Incendiary
Perceived Threat
“I think your son risks becoming a social pariah.” Her tone betrays the rehearsal of this sentence. “Can you give me some specifics about that?” “We can discuss it at the conference, but I strongly recommend he see a neurologist.” I get off the phone, not bothering to tell her we’ve seen three neurologists. Obviously,… Continue reading Perceived Threat