Some might call it a guilty conscience, but I didn’t do anything wrong. Inaction does not equal blame. Besides, I didn’t want to get involved.The brain can trick the eye into seeing all sorts of things that aren’t there. Personally, all I see is a swirl of dirt, or remnants of a long-rotted tree trunk.It’s … Continue reading I’ll be watching you
Category: Flash Fiction
Stone soul
As elusive as his stone soul, I could not fathom his need of me. With his regal bearing, and chiseled features that caused other women to swoon, his choice of betrothed was fodder for rumor and speculation among the court. I was not considered any great beauty. My skills in kitchen arts and healing gift … Continue reading Stone soul
Uncultivated simplicity
Rosemary lived alone in a crude shack at the end of a neighborless dirt road, on a tiny scrub acre of rocky soil. Each spring, she worked her meager garden, breaking up dry earth with her broken-handled hoe, leaving meandering furrows in uneven rows. Her apron pockets filled with dried seeds and kernels from last … Continue reading Uncultivated simplicity
Coming back to roost
I watched the other pedestrians scramble for shelter as the rain began, a sudden downpour that left the city steamy and smelling of hot asphalt. Passing by the huddles of drenched masses, I walked down the sidewalk, face up turned, letting the shower wash over me. It wasn’t the sweet, gentle rain I missed from … Continue reading Coming back to roost
The river runs red
The rusty water ran swift and cold. As red as rooibos, the creek reminded her of the bloody rinse that flowed from her washtub after she scrubbed Hector’s work clothes clean. After the first, long-ago night that he came home covered in violence, his expression was enough to forbid any questions. Since then she went … Continue reading The river runs red
Dull, flat surface
It sat unobtrusively on the fishing pier. It could have been a drying puddle of rainwater, or the leftover gore from a gutted pompano, but it wasn’t that substantial. It wasn’t transparent like water, or glossy like blood. It was opaque, all light swallowed into its dull, flat surface. At first glance, passers-by thought it … Continue reading Dull, flat surface
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