Flash Fiction

TWBB* Strikes Again

Ben was patient. He could wait. No couples or guys. Girls or little kids or moms were best. He could outrun them. His back ached but he’d wait. For the perfect target. SPLAT! Shock. Fear. Relief. Then anger or laughter. Run or bow? That space of unknown. That moment. Perfection. This 280 character tale about… Continue reading TWBB* Strikes Again

Haiku & Other Poetry

When the Moon Beckons

When the moon beckons Let yourself rise in the light Uninhibited Uninhibited Let yourself rise in the light When the moon beckons When the moon beckons Let yourself rise in the light Emancipated Not sure if this is any kind of actual poetic form or just three separate haiku strung together but I like it… Continue reading When the Moon Beckons

Haiku & Other Poetry

dancing with the light

MADNESS TAKES ITS TOLL LIKE THE CLOUDS BEFORE THE DAWN DANCING WITH THE LIGHT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks to Fandago's Word Prompt (madness) for taking my mind to one of my favorite shows of all time. And thanks to Sue's Photo Prompt for the added inspiration. Originally my brain took the "madness takes its toll" idea to a DARK… Continue reading dancing with the light

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

The Lights

  I’d noticed the lights when I left the motel. They never got closer. But they also never dropped back. It was like we were attached by an invisible static line. I told myself I was being paranoid but a line from that movie he loves kept running through my mind. “Who are those guys”?… Continue reading The Lights

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