Flash Fiction

Cassie & Nessie (Part II)

I didn’t plan a Part II but when the muse strikes …. You can find the original Cassie & Nessie here. And now the story continues ... Not for the first time, Liam stared at Cassie and wondered if being in a coma was like dreaming. Months had passed since they found her floating face-down… Continue reading Cassie & Nessie (Part II)

Flash Fiction, History

Harpers Ferry: Destiny Calls

Daddy used to make me listen to the speech. I’d pretend to be bored but I always got goosebumps when he’d exclaim “to mingle my blood further with the blood of my children, and with the blood of millions in this slave country.” It reminded me I’m not just any Brown. His blood runs in… Continue reading Harpers Ferry: Destiny Calls

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

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

Haiku & Other Poetry

harvest

commemoration? or hidden treasure buried? the harvest lays bare This week's Friday Fictioners photo prompt (courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff) brought to mind all sorts of dark thoughts, which made me wonder--why are my thoughts so darn dark? It doesn't have to be a murdered girl's gravesite. It could something completely innocent. Even something fun! So after battling… Continue reading harvest

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