She snuck a peek out the window at the chairs being set up for the ceremony, and wondered why there were so many. If it were up to her, the only people there would be her, Daniel, Rev. McDowell and a witness. The gardener who was trimming the camellias when they arrived would do nicely, … Continue reading Phase two
Category: Flash Fiction
Number Seven
“Who called it in?” Det. Jacobs pulled on a pair of nitrile gloves before accepting a scarf sealed in a plastic bag from one of the many police officers at the crime scene. “Those kids over there,” Sgt. Cross pointed toward two teenage boys sitting on a bench 10 yards away talking to an investigator. … Continue reading Number Seven
King of all birds
The Wren Boys, dressed in rags and their faces obscured by crude masks, went cottage to cottage carrying their wren house, collecting offerings to the King of Birds. The wicker cage, decorated with mistletoe and bright ribbons, hung by an iron ring from a hook at the end of a long, ash pole. No live … Continue reading King of all birds
Like a stone
It was Thursday night, and the men were in the den drinking Irish beer from frosted mugs, and once again they were held hostage by the vociferous Wendell Chapel. This evening he held sway over a conversation about the latest generation of smartphones, yet another topic he was a self-proclaimed expert in. The women were in the living room … Continue reading Like a stone
Career planning
Jack played an endless game of musical chairs with his career choices. One day he wanted to be a charter boat captain, the next a clown. Living by the marina got him near boats, and living in Sarasota gave him an in at the Ringling Bros. Clown College, so either was a viable option. The … Continue reading Career planning
Beyond the wall
The snow this close to the edge should be hip deep, instead, the temperatures were almost Spring-like. The expedition team wore only light trekking gear. If Col. Jerrod had not made the command order, team seismologist Pater Robie would be in flip-flops and not his required arctic boots. “I can hear rushing water.” Daisy Kendall, … Continue reading Beyond the wall





