They lounged on opposite ends of the couch reading books of opposing viewpoints. Her feet rested in his lap as his absentmindedly massaged her calf. Laying down his book, he reached into his beard with both hands and raked it with curled fingers, coming away with a tiny piece of fuzz. "Here, I made you something." A single … Continue reading It’s the thought that counts
Category: Flash Fiction
Diamond in the rough
The tiny patch of green was overflowing with fruit and vegetable plants in varying stages of ripeness. Sanna and her young daughter Birte were carefully picking squash and peppers. A basket filled with their harvest sat on the mulch path wending through the garden. Other members of their community co-op were busy with their plots, … Continue reading Diamond in the rough
The evening is looking up
"You disappoint me," she said. Folding her napkin, she laid it beside her plate, then looked around the table. "You didn't just feed me to the sharks, you chummed the waters." He watched her rise, but didn't refute to her accusation. She was right. He invited her out to dinner with his friends, knowing they … Continue reading The evening is looking up
Rorschach ink blot
Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you..." ~ Leviticus 19:28 "Please, the whole town is coming." "And most of them are nuts off our family tree." She gave me that Look mothers use to frighten children into doing what they're told. "I don't understand … Continue reading Rorschach ink blot
Lock down
He carries a cache of wooden keys, crafted to unlock splintered hearts. Warped and bowed from years of misuse and salty tears, each heart presents a unique challenge. Rusty hinges complain if asked to open, struggling to engage idle gears. Weather worn, left to despair in harsh elements, each heart holds a treasure trapped inside. … Continue reading Lock down
Prize patrol
Wednesday and Saturday mornings we'd walk to the 7-Eleven with Momma to buy $5 worth of Quick-Picks, and if she had extra laundry money, a $2 Powerball ticket. On the way home, us kids would play "when we win the lottery," taking turns calling out what we wanted to buy with all our money. Pete … Continue reading Prize patrol





