When his friend walked into his office, Butch saw Paul had lost his usual swagger. Dropping into the offered chair, he looked broken. "You told her?" Butch pulled a bottle out of the desk drawer. "Not everything, only that she's gone," Paul said, choking on the words. "Pauley thinks her mom died. How could I … Continue reading Crisis of conscience
Category: Flash Fiction
Driving since midnight
The impromptu picnic was his idea, a rare moment alone with her dad. He spread a blanket under "their" tree overlooking the river. Her favorite sandwiches, peanut butter and dill pickles, were packed along with thermoses of Hawaiian Punch and Sprite. "I don't understand," her voice cracked. Fighting against her tears, she was shocked to … Continue reading Driving since midnight
Keep your enemies closer
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer." ~ Sun-tzu, "Art of War" Pauley closed the bathroom door and hung the dress Millicent gave her on the hook on the back. Sitting on the closed toilet, she leaned back against the tank, running her fingers through her knotted, bed-head hair. Shutting her eyes against the … Continue reading Keep your enemies closer
Motivated seller
NEW, never worn, wedding gown - $900 OBO Strapless, mermaid style with sweetheart neckline. Chapel train. Organza with tulle overlay, extensive beading and hand-embroidered lace. One of a kind, custom-made... like I thought our love was. Double stitched throughout, while our relationship fell apart at the seams. Heirloom veil is also available - sheer, antique … Continue reading Motivated seller
Fire starter
A cloud of blue-grey ash hung around her, a dark aura of melancholy she carried with her everywhere. It was difficult to tell her age, her face hidden under layers of soot and grit. Still, you were gripped by how clear her eyes were, as deep and cloudless as azure summer skies. The villagers would … Continue reading Fire starter
Take me to the river
Standing on the bank in my cotton shift, my hair loose upon my shoulders, I watch as the others are raised in the Spirit. Arms hugging my chest, I try to calm my shivering - not against the cold, but fear. Fear that when I'm laid under my hair will rise around my face, threatening … Continue reading Take me to the river
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