Three sisters, coy and genteel, stand demurely in a receiving line. Suitors inspect their potential wifely attributes, mouths watering over their vestal virtues. The siblings, hiding coquettish smiles, snicker at the peacock dance.
Category: Flash Fiction
Lights in the attic
The treehouse club was his refuge. It wasn’t really a treehouse, but he could see trees through the attic dormers. He figured that was close enough. It wasn’t really a club either. He was the only member, there were no dues required, no rules to follow. The only prerequisite for inclusion, he testified later, was … Continue reading Lights in the attic
Thorns and vines
“She’s human kudzu, a smothering parasite choking the life out of you.” He asked for my honest opinion, and I wasn’t holding back. “It’s a mystery to me why you’re with her.” I agreed to meet him for coffee after cutting him out of my life for the past three months. His girlfriend was the … Continue reading Thorns and vines
Think outside the box
Seeing it among other handcrafted wooden boxes displayed at the bazaar kiosk, Lukas knew it was not what it seemed. Squeezing through the crowd, he pretended to examine other souvenirs to draw attention away from the box. When the booth owner began loudly bargaining with another customer, he picked up the small box. Heavier than it … Continue reading Think outside the box
This little light of mine
Standing before his congregation, exalted and sainted among men, his extracurricular women crowding pews on both sides of the aisle, he droned on through his soliloquy denouncing his flock’s sinful ways. A waning moon illuminated the outdoor revival, bathing the faithful in ecclesiastical brilliance. He took it as a sign when a shaft of Luna’s … Continue reading This little light of mine
Permafrost
In the spring, when the days grow longer and the reawakening sun melts away the bitter cold of winter, yellow poppies bloom. There, at the junction where the tree line of an ancient stand of long needle pines form a fertile triangle with the sandy marsh trail and the bayou shore, is where I buried … Continue reading Permafrost
Thin spiral notebook 