Flash Fiction

The Breakwater

She sat on the breakwater and hoped the sound of the waves would soothe her. His words hadn’t. “In between the clover and the dampened earth.” That’s how the minister described it. Sounded poetic. Nicer than “here’s where we buried her body.” But that was reality. Ma was dead. And no pretty words were going… Continue reading The Breakwater

Flash Fiction

The Final Scavenger Hunt

This was it. The trail ended here. Back at grand-dad’s old place. Not sure how he managed it from his sick-bed but it was just like him. A final hunt. Pit us against each other. Bastard. He’s probably watching. From hell. Laughing. Enough with the reminiscing. I needed to find that key. What was that… Continue reading The Final Scavenger Hunt

Flash Fiction

Cassie & Nessie

Cassie’s brain was spinning as she gazed at the Loch. Liam! An asshole and a coward. Starts this and then takes a powder. That headline also pissed her off. “Woman”! We’re NOT interchangeable. But it was those damn marks around ‘proves’ that really did it. She was not some kind of random wacko going on… Continue reading Cassie & Nessie

Flash Fiction

Their Home

She sat at the edge of the stream and stared at the house. Their home. The tumbling water reminded her of a song. She could hear the melody in her head. But the words just wouldn’t come. It’s not fair. Songs are not her department. TV shows and historical facts. But not songs. That’s his… Continue reading Their Home

Flash Fiction, My Random Thoughts and Misc Ramblings

Old Eyes New Fringe

She blinked at her reflection. Was she destined to always be cast in the role of “mother”? Hell she thought. Let’s rock-n-roll. Chopping as she stared at her old eyes under the new fringe. (34 words exactly) The Battle of the Bang. I know it well! I've spent a life time chopping and growing and… Continue reading Old Eyes New Fringe

Flash Fiction

Rejection

Where the hell was that girl with his whiskey? It was cold in the courtyard. And drafty. But they wouldn’t let him smoke inside. And he really needed one. It was his first in six months so he probably didn’t need it so much as he wanted it. But right now he wasn’t in the… Continue reading Rejection

Flash Fiction

The Year I Was Five

The year I was five my grandfather left the house every day before dawn. My mom would pack his green cooler with food. He’d put on his boots, grab his yellow bag of tools, and then head out the door with his guide dog Bud and a cheery “Going to guard the castle.” Every day… Continue reading The Year I Was Five

Flash Fiction

Floating

Lucy stared at the board. Letting her mind drift back to childhood. Chin resting on the table. Watching her grandfather play. Try too hard and it went fuzzy. Like a picture with the autofocus off. But if she just let her brain float sometimes she could recapture that moment of joy. When it all made… Continue reading Floating

Flash Fiction, Haiku & Other Poetry

Behind the Blue Pane (in Two Parts)

I haven't felt much like writing the last few days. Too much ... too much sadness and badness and hopelessness. No doubt that's why when I WAS inspired to write today, it's a bit dark. Doubly dark. So it's a two for one today: flash fiction AND a haiku. PART ONE: FLASH FICTION  It had… Continue reading Behind the Blue Pane (in Two Parts)