Flash Fiction, Master Class, Photography, The Darkroom

The long way home

I’ve always known I was adopted. My adoptive parents, Earl and Charlene, were great. There were never any secrets, they told me about my birth parents and answered any questions I had starting when I was very young. I was told they were both killed in a car accident when I was just an infant… Continue reading The long way home

Dinner Party, Flash Fiction, Master Class, Our Write Side, serial, Two Word Tuesday

It’s for you

What came before: Dinner Party  At 9:34 a.m. sharp, the phone hanging on the wall at B.A.M. comics book shop began ringing, its cartoon ringtone especially loud in the nearly empty store. That Clarence had managed to rig the vintage phone to play the Animaniacs theme song was a source of pride for him, and… Continue reading It’s for you

100 Word Challenge, Flash Fiction, Master Class, Our Write Side, Two Word Tuesday

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?”… Continue reading Checking it twice

100 Word Challenge, Master Class, Our Write Side

Dressing for dinner

The turkey carcass was picked cleaner then if it had been devoured by starving piranhas. Crusty pans and bowls, devoid of any food scraps, along with empty plates, crumb-coated utensils, and greasy serving platters were precariously stacked in an overflowing sink - an Oneida and Corelle homage to the sacrificial bird. Celebrants, sated into tryptophanic… Continue reading Dressing for dinner

Dinner Party, Flash Fiction, Master Class, Our Write Side, Two Word Tuesday

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… Continue reading Snake in the grass

Flash Fiction, Master Class, Our Write Side, Paisley, serial

Broken seashells

Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time The best time to search for seashells is after a big storm, after torrential winds and surging waves churn up debris from the ocean floor. Whole shells and a myriad of fragments littered the beach, scattered over the sand like so much discarded chaff. Paisley and Jane walked along the… Continue reading Broken seashells