His voice was in her head as she gathered his things. When she was pregnant with their first, he teased her about “nesting,” laying everything perfectly for their baby. What would he call this, “distancing?” Picking up his can of shaving gel, she held it to her face, breathing in his scent. She put it … Continue reading ‘Til death do us part
Category: Flash Fiction
Tunnel vision
There's nothing innately sinister about tunnels. Dr. Sigmund would even argue they're merely sexual metaphors, but not necessarily evil. That is, unless you have other repression issues, but that’s a whole ‘nother therapy session. I digress… It started when we were talking about our Spring Break trips and Chris made such a big deal about … Continue reading Tunnel vision
Blues Brothers
Bathed in the glow of a blue moon, they gather. Speaking in hushed tones, talk turns to serious matters, words too harsh for the bright light of day. Blue language peppers their discussions, being men of a certain age common civilities are irrelevant. Bitter debate dissolves into ribald tales of blue virgins, willingly turned to … Continue reading Blues Brothers
A lethal tapestry
The spiral net trembles under the weight of its captive. Hopelessly struggling to free itself from the fatal trap, its voiceless screams of terror reverberating along gossamer strands, harmonizing with its ever weakening death throes. Silver threads so fragile, yet stronger than steel, deadly as a garotte. A lethal tapestry woven on a artisan’s loom. … Continue reading A lethal tapestry
Dark matter
His whole countenance is black. The very air around him dark with foul humor. I knew him when he was the golden boy. The sun rose and set on him, there was nothing he could do that dimmed his light. That was until her. She blew into his life like an ill wind. Wrapping him … Continue reading Dark matter
Pay-per-view
I turned out sofa cushions and emptied overflowing coin jars, trying to find as many quarters as I could, cashing in any remaining change for rolls of 25¢ pieces. Dropping my coins into the slots of a pay-per-view telescope trained on the horizon, I tried focusing on faraway images floating just out of sight. Fading … Continue reading Pay-per-view
Thin spiral notebook 