“You can’t even see the end of it,” Kai pleaded with Talia. “How do you even know something’s out there?” “The only way really is to just go,” Talia hefted her rucksack over one shoulder. She packed food, water, spare clothes, and a blanket. “There is no record of anyone returning after attempting a crossing,” … Continue reading Out of sight
Category: Flash Fiction
Swept away
Thin, towering hardwoods, heavy Spanish moss draping the canopy, and thorny vines woven between the limbs and trunks, acted as a curtain, shrouding the glade where the old house sat. Trudging down what was once the driveway, but now was thick with tall grass, Vance searched for anything familiar and failing miserably. He whistled a … Continue reading Swept away
Sail into the wylde
If anyone were on the beach they would not have seen it, for Cyril’s sailboat was a negligible spot on the horizon. They couldn't see him, but he could see the shore, the first land he’d sighted in nearly two months. He adjusted his sail, aim the bow towards land, hoping he had reached the … Continue reading Sail into the wylde
Acorns and honeysuckle
They bicker like a couple of old magpies, harping at each other over their back fence. Myrtle fusses over her Corgi, Angus, eating the acorns that drop from Hester’s white oak tree, and Hester complains about the syrupy blooms from Myrtle’s ruby honeysuckle vines staining her white patio chairs a neon pink. On cold days, they … Continue reading Acorns and honeysuckle
Long winter’s nap
White puffs of steam escaped Wentz’s fists as he blew on his hands to warm his cold, tingling fingers, The bright sunshine did little to warm the frigid winter air. He leaned on the railing of the wooden boardwalk watching a bale of snapping turtles in the creek below grazing on the remains of summer … Continue reading Long winter’s nap
Pedestrian train
Stan enjoyed calling his transient life of riding the rails pedestrian. That a seemingly dirt-poor, nomad had a GRE vocabulary, and a finely honed sense of irony, was irreconcilable for many people he met. He often tagged trains he frequented with a modern version of hobo hieroglyphics from the turn of the 20th century. Stan’s … Continue reading Pedestrian train





