El Suizo
Carlos sipped coffee in a small café in Havana, his choice of table perfectly situated to allow a view of the street while staying in the shadows. Waiting for the man they called El Suizo. Whose sense...
View ArticleFlash Fiction: Lies
The first lie was small. You’d spilled grape juice on your mother’s movie magazine and buried it deep in a neighbor’s trash can. When she asked, more to the living room than to you, where it had gone,...
View ArticleNot a Good Year for the Grapes
I rarely know what I’ll write for #2MinutesGo Fridays…but this is what poured from me yesterday. I hope you’ll come visit some week and write, read, or comment! —– It had been a good week for the...
View ArticleVoting Buddies
Jennie Walters always dresses her best when it’s time to vote. She’s doing her civic responsibility, an effort of extreme importance. She’s never missed an election, and she’s never even tried to shirk...
View ArticleTen Fingers, Ten Toes: Flash Fiction
This week’s Flash Fiction Friday, I was inspired to write this bit. I’ve been working with Jeff for a while; maybe he’s auditioning for a role in the next novel. ———————— Ten fingers, ten toes. It’s...
View ArticleThe Council: Goodbye, Forty-one
This week’s flash fiction was inspired by current events. I just couldn’t help myself. —————– The loss of Forty-one had brought the council together again. First, at the cathedral, where they’d...
View ArticleGato
It’s not the first time Talisman has come across a human child in this part of his territory. But the sour scent tells him the girl is not well. She’s curled on her side beneath the scratching tree,...
View ArticleFlash Fiction: According to the Latest Poll
Private Dave Duncan sensed his superior officer looming up behind him in the darkened control room. His shoulders tightened as he waited for the inevitable question. But the captain seemed to be...
View ArticleQuestions: Flash Fiction
“So what do you want to know.” It’s not even a question, the way he says it. He never asks questions. He tells them, then moves on along the dusty road, as if not expecting or even wanting an answer....
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The Void
You climb the highest landmark you can find on the darkest of nights and scream. You scream and scream and scream. You call them idiots and murderers and morons and fascists and all of the seven words...
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