“Not if you were the last person on earth!” She made flouncing an art form. An effortless flip of her perfectly coiffed fall of auburn hair, a quick turn on her delicate, well-pedicured heels, and she was a distant memory. A faint aroma of singed ear hairs settled in a fog around him, his cheeks … Continue reading Prom queen
Category: Flash Fiction
The wolf comes knocking
Scanning the household calendar, practically every day is filled in with color-coded notations showing when which bill comes due. Scribbled at two-week intervals, a lone red, magic marker dot in the top right corner of a Friday block indicates paydays. I don't have much time, he'll be here soon. Stacks of debit statements spread out … Continue reading The wolf comes knocking
Predator
“The suspect is a single, white male in his early 30s. He drives a dark luxury car with tinted windows. He is attractive and very charismatic, especially around women. He is extremely intelligent, and exceedingly organized. When he is finally apprehended, there is a high likelihood that he has either already been interviewed by law … Continue reading Predator
Making the Naughty List
A thick, foul-tasting slime coated his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Cupping his hands in front of his face and exhaling proved that his breath could peel the paint off the North Pole. Disoriented at first, he slowly became aware of his surroundings, and that he was covered in a light dusting of snow … Continue reading Making the Naughty List
Forever
The hag sat in her worn rocking chair, a Meerschaum clinched in her teeth. Sparse twigs of her thinning grey hair falling loose from her tattered head scarf. Her skin the color and texture of the dried apples she sometimes sold at market. Hunched over, leaning on her rowan cane, the hag would carry her … Continue reading Forever
A bushel of apples
A repost of a little Christmas story I wrote last year. A cautionary tale about driving tired during the holidays... He hated being late, and they knew it. He had sent out memos before about last-minute projects, but still they kept pushing for more time. Their enthusiasm was appreciated, but it had to stop. If … Continue reading A bushel of apples
Thin spiral notebook 