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Is that wallpaper moving or have murder hornets invaded (my mind)?!

Today, Fandango asks us to consider whether we think it’s premature for states to be lifting the stay-at-home, shelter-in-place, and social distancing restrictions? Or do you believe that it’s about time they were rescinded? Once they are removed, how quickly are you likely to resume living your life as you did in the pre-pandemic days?… Continue reading Is that wallpaper moving or have murder hornets invaded (my mind)?!

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

after now

The view looked like some kind of soulless painting. Beautiful but no signs of life. She used to know the names for artistic stuff like that. Photorealistic, maybe? Hell. It was all apocalyptic now. Unexpectedly, tears blurred her vision. She thought her grief had run its course but seeing those empty chairs. So expectant. So… Continue reading after now

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Day Three

“That’s effing awesome!”   “Language.” “But ma. The diner car is up in the air.” Resisting the temptation to go easy, she suppressed a smile. “Don’t ‘but ma’ me young man. I’m tired and you know your dad doesn’t have any patience for your stories. Get your book. It’s math time.” “But ma!” “No buts!… Continue reading Day Three

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Great Cheeks!

Today, I offer a “tongue in cheek” look behind the scenes of my budding career as a sculptor.* “Is that your first sculpture?” He asked. That’s a bit of a cheeky question, I thought before replying: “Yes. Hard to believe, isn’t it? It’s so life-like. And look at those cheek bones!” “Erm … yes. They… Continue reading Great Cheeks!

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The Big House

Apparently this was it: the prison’s law library. One row of ancient books on a rickety cart. Was that smell despair or just mildew? Probably mildew. The stink of despair was coming from—as they say—inside the house. Did they still call it the Big House? Or was that passé? She much preferred that to slammer… Continue reading The Big House

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talking to the monkey in the mirror

Quit staring at me! You’re starting to give me a complex! Don’t blame me if people are looking at you. What do you expect!? I expect people to mind their own damn business! But seriously Sue, what’s with the monkey face? These 41 words of sheer fictional genius (ha ha) were inspired by Sammi's Scribbles challenge… Continue reading talking to the monkey in the mirror