Just as night’s bright moon cast a shadow across my fair hair, a howl rang out. Quickly pulling a scarf from a pouch, I hid my locks away from Luna’s glow, guarding against vigilant locals who abhor any unfamiliar traits. Hair was only black, or brown, a rich auburn, but not lacking all tint. That … Continue reading Hair raising
Category: Flash Fiction
Speed dating
At the Halloween mixer, I was paired with an impressively hirsute lycanthrope. His sideshow worthy pelt made me simultaneously itch in anticipation and stifle a ticklish giggle at the thought of our bare skin touching. I briefly fantasized his growl being deeper than my Samoyed’s if I ran my fingers through his luxurious coat. Wondering … Continue reading Speed dating
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you. I hear your siren’s call and must answer. The pull towards you is a rip tide of churning emotions. There is no peace, no comforting embrace surrounding me, only currents tugging and dragging me in so many different directions, my head throbbing with possibilities. My beating heart threatens to burst from … Continue reading I can’t quit you
Panic rising as waves
A maelstrom of fear and worry rages through my brain. The black hole eye of the hurricane consuming all hope and reason. Panic rising as waves, crashing against a fragile faith. Grasping for a hand to hold me above the churning tempest. Longing to hear the quiet reassurance that this tumult will pass, sweeping clear … Continue reading Panic rising as waves
Just spit me out
After months together, he reluctantly introduced me to his friends, making excuses for what he saw as my shortcomings. Speaking to me as if I was incapable of understanding simple words, making fun of my family, my work, my clothes, the way I spoke. He made it clear to them that he felt I was … Continue reading Just spit me out
Airmail letters
An old cardboard box lay in her lap. Its bright cigar labels faded and torn, the once pungent aroma of tobacco but a faint afterthought. Nestled inside, among pressed flowers and torn movie stubs, rests two letters bearing stamps from an exotic country she would never visit. Brushing her fingertips across his child-like script, her … Continue reading Airmail letters
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