The Sale
It would be an easy sell, she felt at first, and she had first dibs on the selling of it. These state properties were usually a pain in the ass but this was bread pudding as her grandmother used to say.
Category: Short Fiction
Ice in Chicago, Blind Dates and Shop Windows
I sat down as far away from the door as I could negotiate and waited. He said he would arrive at around 6:15 or 6:30
How To Kill A Story
I realize now my teacher looked upon us with no hope. I don’t think she resented us but she didn’t pity us either. I don’t know, perhaps that judgment is rash but tell me, is finding a quote that fits our needs a bomb under the table or did she perhaps think we would read the entire discourse from which the quote came?
The Girl Who Rides the Bus Sees and Hears Everything
She was well known on the bus–actually on the entire route. Her whispers were audible but in no way distinguishable. Most thought it a shame because she wasn’t bad to look at, though one old man called her “some big fat girl,” early one morning.
Love, Lust and the Imaginary Lover
Flash fiction is an opportunity to be honest in as few words as possible. It’s an opportunity to explore with your foot still in reality.