Category: Flash Fiction

Checking it twice

“Is he in there?” Astrid demanded. “Don’t bother him, he’s busy making toys,” Karol said, blocking entrance to the workshop. “That’s an outright lie,” Astrid tried elbowing past Mrs Claus. “He hasn’t ‘made’ any toys since Tamagotchis were hot. I know he outsources everything, he does it all the time.” “And what if he does?” ...

Those eyes

They say she favors her father’s side of the family. Tall and lanky as a child, all sharp angles and bony elbows, maturing into a big-boned, a thick-hipped, buxom woman. She has their hazel eyes that change color with her mood - mercurial gray, to sunshine blue, to deep, angry emerald. Only, she rarely lets ...

A favorite fishing spot

The water was smooth, only small ripples fluttered across the surface. Lying on her back, stretched out the full length of her flat, ocean kayak, Estelle let the warm breezes wash over her exposed skin. Eyes closed, she focused on the sounds surrounding her little craft. A pair of silvery mullet, leaping for fat dragonflies ...

The game’s afoot

More from the Dinner Party… “I’m not one to be critical,” Hallie began, “seeing all you’ve done for me so far.” “You’re questioning how we can ensure you will not be incarcerated by our local constabulary, again?” “It has been a month and I still don’t know what’s going on,” Hallie said. The two were ...

Game, match

More from the Dinner Party... Inspiration posters decorated two walls of the visitors’ room - taped to the cinder block, not nailed. Small tables and stackable chairs were littered around the room, making it look like a crowd had made a hasty exit. The door leading inside, and the two walls facing out into the ...

Snake in the grass

More from the Dinner Party... “What is on my schedule today, Jasper?” Augustine Stiles pronouncement the word “shed-yool,” regardless of the fact he was born in the U.S. midwest. Mr. Stiles was dressed for the day in khaki twill pants pressed with razor-sharp creases, and a white Oxford shirt accented with a blue and yellow ...

Lost love

More from the Dinner Party... The morning started out cold. A thin sheen of sparkling rime coated the corners of the oriel window panes. The soft mauve sky was brightening to a clear azure. Frozen dew on the lawn, looking like a fine dusting of caster sugar, was already beginning to melt. Arcs of ice ...

The great Outside

“You calling me an idiot?” Issy hissed. “Are you impugning my authority on this?” Mia sat down and breathed a heavy sigh. Sayuki rolled her eyes as only a teenager can. “Your histrionics are unnecessary, no one is arguing with you over your superior knowledge” Mia said, “but you’re not the only one who’s gone ...

Final beginning

Driving in the early morning fog, her car headlights barely cut through the murky dawn. Laurel packed her car tight with everything she owned, yet it was still a meager accounting of her life. There was no destination, all Laurel wanted was to get out of town. Laurel’s entire life was a series of new ...