[Flash Fiction] Young Love

“Hmm, for a kid graduating high school as valedictorian, he sure is lacking in the common-sense department,” he said to his wife, lounging on a chair beside him as they floated on the easy tide.

“The smarts come from my side of the family, the lack of common sense is clearly from you,” his wife teased, splashing him with her foot. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Young Love”

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[Flash Fiction] Maybe

It was a taunt, wiping the rain off the window so she could see clearly through it to the empty street outside. No police cars staked out on highways looking for her. No news headlines about a missing girl, described as a quiet, straight-A student, last seen walking home by herself on the last day of school. No one talking about her, asking strangers if they’d seen her, wondering if she was still alive. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Maybe”

[Flash Fiction] Brotherly Bonding

“Left…left…left, right,” Daniel chanted like a drill sergeant as he and his younger brother diligently pedaled their two-seater bicycle up and down the park trail.

“Shut…shut…shut up,” Derrick mocked. “Man, this is so embarrassing.”

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[Flash Fiction] Different

“What’s up with the chair?” Jacob Fuller eyed the steel blue chair, a stark contrast to the plush armchairs positioned sporadically in his older brother’s bookstore.

“It’s different,” Jeff Fuller said, rubbing down the chair gently with a rag.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Jacob rolled his eyes. “But why is it different? Don’t these chairs usually come in a set or something?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Different”

[Flash Fiction] The Mural

The rickety ladder of the fire escape swayed as he climbed. Paint from the rungs peeled off and stuck to his palms. The metal cans clanged in his backpack, but he kept up his steady climb.

Reaching the rooftop, he hoisted himself up and swung his legs over, rolling onto his side with the ease of someone who had done this many times. He allowed himself a moment to admire the sight: luxury condominiums touching the sky, the 7 train chugging along, and a bird’s eye view of the living collage of graffiti artwork that covered the walls of the building he was standing on. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Mural”

[Flash Fiction] Foreigner

The stones of the archway were cool under her fingertips and the cobblestone pathway was unevenly potholed. The air itself smelled different here. A wet aroma of fish permeated from the market two streets over, blending with the rich spices and sharp ginger that infused the city. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Foreigner”

[Flash Fiction] Pink Cotton Candy

Her cap was pinned to her wavy black hair on a slant. Her crimson graduation robes billowed open in the breeze, revealing a knee-length lacy black dress and matching black pumps—demure enough for the school event, edgy enough to show she was eighteen and ready to take on the world.

“One more picture, sweetheart!”

“Dad!” She groaned and rolled her eyes at the smartphone clasped in her father’s hands. “You’re going to make me miss my own graduation!” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Pink Cotton Candy”

[Flash Fiction] A Dangerous Combination

She set down her backpack and stepped gingerly onto the rocks in the middle of the river. The current was gentle here, so it was as good a place as any to rest. Stretching out her skinny legs, she splashed her parched face with the cool refreshing water. They said she was crazy to think of running away.

“You got 434 acres of countryside that way and a highway that extends five miles the other way before you reach another house. Where you gonna go, girlie?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] A Dangerous Combination”

[Flash Fiction] Live To Play Another Day

The woman looped the necklace around her neck, wincing as the cold pearls touched her skin. The blue sapphire pendant glowed just as coldly. It was time.

Her husband sat at the piano, dressed in his Sunday best. Next to him sat the little girl, choosing the evening’s song. She had their daughter’s sunny curls and voice like wind-chimes, but she was not their daughter.

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