The troop of boy scouts was going out on a camping trip for the weekend. It would be fun, surely. Ricky was a second class scout and was participating. Unfortunately, his family was not wealthy. Not even close. So he would sometimes not have the gear nece...
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They were quite poor. Mommy had been abandoned by Daddy. Her family did not care to help her, expecting her to make her own way. She did what she had to do. She worked. The children dealt with it. Latchkey kids they call them now. Their clothes and breakf...
His name was Georgie. He never finished school. His mother kept him at home and he grew up to be a very strong man. But he was always a child inside. They lived outside of town and only came to shop once a week to the small town that was their source for...
Musical Memories
A lost lover remembered through the musical notes played on a piano.Sharlene sat at the piano for what seemed like hours, staring at the keys. She reminisced of times spent with Klyde. She began fingering the keys and notes she never heard before began to play. She closed her eyes and images played in her mind as the musi...
I don't belong here. My arms are open and outstretched, welcoming the intrusion of a hand-held metal detector. A bored corrections officer runs the wand unnecessarily across my breast and crotch several times before she waves me through. I am used to this...
“We’re being followed.” Mama pretends not to hear me. She cranks up the volume on the radio. Sings aloud with Aretha. Belts along with the Queen of Soul about R-E-S-P-E-C-T. I have a headache. I want to turn off the radio and go to sleep. I want her to sh...
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The Good Wife
The ultimate Good Wife.“I don’t like the way you’re holding that knife.” My grip loosens around the plastic handle but I don’t put it down. “Yeah, well I don’t like the way you bringing your hobbies home with you,” I spit back. He sways a bit, like he’s been drinking. His eyes...
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Battle of the Sky
Storm clouds v. Clouds: fight for the sky.Battle of the Sky They’re awakening. They’re ready. The feeling in the air has changed. It is no longer still and frail but energized and surging with power. The clouds pull from unconsciousness arousing the others beside them. Instantly responding they d...
The Painting
Written for a 250 word flash fiction contest...the picture here being the writing prompt...She stepped back and admired her handiwork. The painting had taken her months to complete. Someone in her grieving group had suggested she go back to painting after her husband died, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. She hadn’t painted in years,...
Holly's Freedom
A short piece on Holly and how a mysterious dream made her move on from her recent break up.It was 7 in the morning, her eyes half open. Holly could see no sunlight streaming from her bedroom window yet. It was too early, and yet she had woken up. It doesn't matter though; she had had awoken from one of those dreams. The ones that crushed her he...
The Power of Invisibility
flash fiction about how private obsessions can manipulate one's lifeYou wouldn’t pay any attention to her because she was one of the unattractive invisible. But that was exactly her thing. A woman of the common masses. She didn’t party, didn’t go to church, didn’t rock and roll. She wore her coarse dark hair braided and l...
Just Punishment
flash fiction satire about obsession in frivolous trends“This is insanely bogus. Craziness. I’m NOT giving them my cell phone; they can pry it out of my cold dead hands.” Wilson knew this was coming, Brittany had not listened, nor heeded any of his suggestions and now the court had handed down its verdict. He...