The phone rang at 4a.m. "She's gone." "Was it quick?" "It was… peaceful." “We could’ve done more.” “She was ready.” “How could you know that?” “She told me.” “I’m not ready.” “You have to let her go.” “Never.” Each submission to this weekend's Trifextra starts with the same five words: "The phone rang at 4a.m." … Continue reading Never
Category: Flash Fiction
Are you ready
Keeping her head down, Kylie pretended to read the rice paper thin pages of the book open on her lap. By concentrating on the words, her lips moving as she sounded out each syllable, the six-year-old could filter out most of what the man was saying. Dressed in a white chasuble, a gold tasselled shawl … Continue reading Are you ready
A day in the life
Dressed in his usual medium blue, short-sleeved work coveralls, Chester answered an urgent call from the principal. He was almost done for the day, and this late afternoon puke disaster sent him begrudgingly into the cafeteria just as the last bus riders were queuing up for their rides home. The after-school clubs were gathering in … Continue reading A day in the life
A conversation
Unable to interrupt the tantrum the person was throwing on the other end of the call, Gail held her phone out at arm's length. With the other hand, she folded down three fingers, forefinger to her temple, thumb cocked, then pulled the imaginary trigger. Making the most grotesque face she could, she fell to her … Continue reading A conversation
A string of prayers
I love the smell of antique stores. The sweet musty scent of time and mystery. Stepping inside the old, ramshackle house I instantly felt that tingle of anticipation. There was a treasure here waiting to find me. Wandering through the crowded rooms of cedar and mahogany furniture, and tapestry covered divans, I ran my fingers … Continue reading A string of prayers
The beast
The beast was getting bolder. No longer satisfied to strike under the shadow of night, he had begun attacking at will. Another daytime raid ended the lives of an entire family of seven, helpless to defend against his brutal might...they were all gone. It was standing room only in the council hall. Voices were raised … Continue reading The beast
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