Think of all the stars in our universe like all the grains of sand on all the beaches on Earth. A number so vast, so incalculable, that for sake of argument, you could claim there is an infinite number of grains. When, in reality, it’s a finite number. At some point, the depth of sand … Continue reading Ripples
Category: Flash Fiction
Every time
Why do you constantly do that? Every time I say anything, you always take it in the worst possible way. What? I never do that. You're totally overreacting, as usual. You are impossible! *Photo venue: The Landing, city park in Fort Walton Beach, FL
Armed and dangerous
Leaving the women to their breakfast, Stan went back into the room he was sharing with Pauley. If it wasn’t for her, this trip to Brazil would be a disaster. Straightening out the bed cover, Stan tossed the pillows on the floor. He stood by the bed, lingering over the memory of his kiss with … Continue reading Armed and dangerous
House warming
Crossing through the doorway, the smell that greeted me was redolent of wet leaves blanketing the floor of a deep, dark forest - a sweet and earthy fragrance. The wild woods were taking over the ruins, reclaiming what it could. From the road, the abandoned building showed little resemblance to its former self. As I … Continue reading House warming
Ramshackle
She survived two husbands and three children. Living alone in her family home for nearly 30 years, she was well-known in her community. Always ready with a pot of homemade chicken soup for the sick, a hot-from-the oven pie for new neighbors or hand-sewn quilts for the babies. Her church had a waiting list of … Continue reading Ramshackle
One lump or two
Opening one eye a mere slit, the view told her she wasn’t still sitting on Vivian’s couch. Pauley’s first thought was she needed to stop drinking Vivian’s tea, and the second was she needed to punch Vivian in the face. Rising on her elbows, Pauley’s looked around the guest room. Alone in the King-sized bed, … Continue reading One lump or two
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