It wasn't the first time they wanted to exorcise his demons. He knew that it was their ignorance and hatred that were sinful. How can being in love and wanting to share his life with someone be wrong? This weekend's Trifextra challenge is for a complete 33-word story of which the first five words are … Continue reading Won’t be the last
Category: Flash Fiction
The siren’s call
A possession not wholly unwelcome. A fervent drive, wild and unrelenting. No priest called, no rosary prayed. Holy water won't cleanse my soul of this yearning. While in its grip, I can't deny its dominion over me. I can't simply walk way, ignoring its haunting siren's song. If I fight against its enthralling pull, my … Continue reading The siren’s call
Parade of crazies
It started with good intentions. We just wanted the Powers That Be to know we were tired of being ignored, or worse, patronized. We may not be the most affluent constituents, but our voices are just as important, and remember there are more of us. The protests were civilized, mostly people carrying signs, shouting at … Continue reading Parade of crazies
We all want to change the world
Standing shoulder to shoulder, it was impossible to get an accurate body count. Colorful banners and hand-painted signs gave the spectacle an almost festive atmosphere, only the fierceness of the protesters belied that illusion. Angry voices drowned out the riot squad bullhorns telling them to disperse. Like a runaway steamroller, a wave of people surged … Continue reading We all want to change the world
Child inside
When others see you, you seem like this bear of a man. They mistake your ambling ways, thinking your mind is as slow as your stroll. They don't take the time to get to know you, to understand how truly brilliant you are. How funny, and smart, and kind you are. Quiet, but resilient. Shy, … Continue reading Child inside
Let it go to voice mail
Set to vibrate, her phone skipped across the bar top, crashing into the stem of her wine glass. Her boss Sam was calling again. Without picking up the phone, Pauley turned it off, ignoring the blinking voicemail alert. Downing the last swallow of her Merlot, Pauley searched for Ross, the new bartender. He wasn't the … Continue reading Let it go to voice mail
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