Their bed once warmed by passion stands empty and cold. His chilling voice echoing through the room, ‘you are not good enough.’ Tangled in a thin blanket, she retreated to the couch, curling tightly around her heart, protecting what faint beating of life still remained. Crippled by his betrayal, she felt herself slowly slipping away. … Continue reading Superhero
Category: Flash Fiction
A living doll
It had to stop. The beatings, the vicious verbal attacks, the forced seclusion, all of it was over. Had to be smart. She couldn’t let them trace it back to her. "The only DNA we found was the victim’s. The hair is his." “Victim? I thought he had a heart attack. Co-workers said he was … Continue reading A living doll
A poor reflection
Being dead didn’t bother her, being invisible did. If she was stuck haunting this dreary dump, she should at least have fun doing it. A few scary faces, some ghostly finger wiggling, a bit of phantasmic levitation... something. She had tried a full-voiced concert of wailing and a few eerie wind noises. Nothing. What did … Continue reading A poor reflection
Don’t drive drowsy ~ Santa’s cautionary tale
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 his schedule was off even a few minutes, people could be missed, children would suffer, and that was completely unsatisfactory. … Continue reading Don’t drive drowsy ~ Santa’s cautionary tale
Morning waits
In the early morning hours, when the house is asleep, the only noise heard is the soft snores of an ancient dog, deep in REM, young once more, chasing squirrels across the backyard. Lights have been turned off, blinds drawn, backs turned away from the eastern windows in anticipation of an anxious sun. Children, no … Continue reading Morning waits
Do they know it’s Christmas
If another person wearing a saccharine smile oozed out a holiday greeting there would be blood. Bell ringers stationed outside were avoided with military precision, as she zig-zagged through hordes of shoppers. Standing at center court, she was overwhelmed by a sea of hideous Christmas sweaters. Music blared from every corner. The childish song lied. … Continue reading Do they know it’s Christmas
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