Stan felt a of rush of déjà vu standing on the tarmac with Pauley, only this time he was holding her hand, not carrying her, drugged and unconscious, onto a plane. “A lot different from the last time, huh?” Pauley liked to tease Stan about his part in her involuntary exile with her mother and … Continue reading Gin joints
Category: Flash Fiction
White hot sky
She kept the TV on just for the distraction of white noise while she prepared for her day. Leaning back from the wall of mirrors over her vanity where she left scuff marks of mascara on the glass, she squinted toward the television, laughing at the weather forecast. She didn’t need a Barbie Doll talking … Continue reading White hot sky
In the out door
I've always hated that expression, "when one door closes, another one opens." What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is it an exit or entrance? Which room does it open on - bedroom, kitchen, bathroom? That would suck. What if you have to walk backward through it, or are trying to be nice by … Continue reading In the out door
Doretha
Her bless-your-heart benedictions are her southern way of saying, “you’re addled, child.” Her mothball-scented hugs mean she loves you anyways. Come sit on the veranda, and have some sweet tea, you’ll feel better.
A game we play
*Catch up with the adventures of Pauley and Millicent, beginning with “Dead Money.” This week, read Lance's chapter first, “Shake it Out," then come back here for the second installment. Stan and Lenore watched as Pauley and Millicent walked out to the porch. Millicent’s arm protectively hooked around her friend’s elbow. Pauley was laughing. “You … Continue reading A game we play
Where you belong
I had to leave. When the world became too small for us both to exist in, I knew it was time. You asked for space to think in, to find out who you were and where you belonged. I already knew. You belonged with me, and I belonged with you. That space was suffocating me. … Continue reading Where you belong
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