The gruesome pentimento of his true self was beginning to show through his insidiously crafted façade. His false beauty a funhouse mirror reflecting the face he wanted the world to see, and not what was secreted deep inside his dark, maleficent heart. Adults adored and envied him. They jockeyed for a position near him, hoping … Continue reading Reflection of a man
Category: Flash Fiction
Mixed messages
I didn't believe I would ever say this but, I miss my washer and dryer. I even miss my vacuum cleaner. I miss my house, I miss everything about my old life. I never appreciated what I had. It's been three months since he kicked me out, and I'm reduced to having to clean my … Continue reading Mixed messages
Dressed to kill
Pauley stared at the proffered hand. The flawless ivory skin, the impeccably manicured nails, flowing from the cuff of a pale green silk blouse. Unable to lift her arms, she shifted her gaze to the other woman's face. Smiling down at her were the darkest eyes she'd ever seen. A mane of chestnut hair framed … Continue reading Dressed to kill
Elephant in the room
There are pleasantries and platitudes. A civil, "please pass the salt," and considerate "would you like some more tea?" Gone are Sunday morning crosswords in bed, and late nights with Bogart and Garbo. No hands are held, no tears shed. There are no voices raised, no sweet whispers in the dark. Conversations are over which … Continue reading Elephant in the room
Past bedtime
He knew what the word meant, it was on his vocabulary list. He looked it up in his big blue dictionary so he could write out the definition. Mom agreed that his older sister was wrong when she argued that it didn't mean what he said it did. Mom said that Sister must believe it … Continue reading Past bedtime
A new life
Undulating through the thick atmosphere, a molten sun dropped like a neon orange blob in a cosmic lava lamp. Shore birds picked mussels from the wet sand, leaving no footprints, only regrets. Tendrils of light reached out, trying to steal the salty morsels from their nibs. Sitting cross-legged in the warm sand, just above the … Continue reading A new life
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