You do what you have to do to survive. You sleep where you can find safe shelter, and you eat what you can find to eat. You can’t be picky, you don’t have that luxury. That may mean making a stew from scavenged fish heads off the beach. Boiled in sea water with a few … Continue reading Fish head stew
Category: Flash Fiction
Dungeons
Rebellion turns dungeons into crypts. Insurgents and dissidents, warring against injustice and despots, line the walls like so many trophies. Degraded, dehumanized, but still their souls remain free, their minds revolt against domination.
Out going mail
Pauley felt like shooting her. Vivian could be so incredibly exasperating. “Viv, just do what you do, and I’ll do what I do,” Pauley checked the holster on her hip. “I’ll stay in the back and wait, you go out front, business as usual.” Vivian handed Pauley her empty coffee cup and turned away with … Continue reading Out going mail
Symphony
Climbing the rostrum, the maestro raps his baton on his music stand to focus the performers attention on him. Raising his arms, he cues the orchestra. The opening notes, an unrelenting rhythm, drums upon the seaboard. Your heart marches to the percussionist's beat. With a trembling hand, the conductor brings in the mournful hum of … Continue reading Symphony
Buoyancy of life
“There wasn't some family willing to do this?” Beverly came with me to inventory Capt. Roth’s house. “He had a daughter, but she hadn’t talked to him in years, and she didn’t want anything to do with all of this.” I stifled a sneeze. The dust we were raising was killing my nose. A retired … Continue reading Buoyancy of life
Winter is coming
“Winter is coming!” She was much too perky with her pronouncement. Wearing that obnoxious Christmas sweater, LCD lights twinkling out a holiday message of good cheer, I wanted to smash her face with that stupid snow globe she was shaking and trying to make me take. “This is no surprise to me,” I kept my … Continue reading Winter is coming
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