Tall Tales Flash Fiction

  Mama, Mama, my finger hurts, cried Bobby. Let’s have a look at it. Oh, a little splinter, we must get that out before it festers. How? I’ll need my tweezers and magnifying glass but first, we’ll put a little rubbing alcohol on it. That’s gonna hurt. I think I’ll just keep the splinter. If

Meg and Ian Flash Fiction

  Meg, in a daze, was reminiscing about the first time Ian said, “I love you,” She got butterflies, felt intoxicated, and for the first time in her life without a doubt knew he was the one. Not being able to sleep Meg got up, put on coffee, and ran a hot bath for herself.

Winter Fun – Flash Fiction

This was written for a 99-word flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. November 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using storm windows. It can be literal on a house, but also consider other portals, even spaceships or submarines. Can you make it into something new or build

Day of the Dead – Flash Fiction

Hey Joe, Day of the Dead will soon be here, and I am looking forward to the festivities. It will be nice to see my loved ones that are left. I’m not sure that I’ll recognize anyone, but I’ll go with you, it’ll be fun. You know that they’ll have all our favorite dishes there,

Sad To Be Forgotten – Flash Fiction

Talking to her aunt about Sunday dinner Meg was a little concerned about her grandmother because Aunt Jenny told her she wasn’t herself lately. Sunday arrived and Meg was a few minutes late. Grandma was there and seated at the dinner table. Meg thought she looked perfectly fine and maybe her aunt had been mistaken.

A Brief Encounter – Flash Fiction

  The sun was shining and there was a soft breeze coming off the lake. I’d laid the blanket down on a grassy knoll. Thinking, tis perfect for a picnic. When Pat arrived, I had everything set up from the wine, pate, cheese, and crackers to a few slices of pecan pie. I suppose I

Broken Glass – Flash Fiction

I thought of the glimmer Ash had in his eyes when I asked him what he had up his sleeve. His giggle sounded like nervous laughter. Then I heard a faint little bark and my skin felt like it was going to crawl, and I hated the idea that my eyes might swell, as I

The Old Post Office

This once busy post office now stood deserted and the building was for sale. I recall when mother worked here, said it was her favorite job other than taking care of dad and me. Truth be known it was her only job but that job put a roof over our heads and food on the

It’s All in the Clicks – Flash Fiction

  “I know how to do this, just be quiet”, Mary said to Pete as she listened intently with her stethoscope up against the safe’s dial. Stopping briefly, Mary said to Pete, “It should only take a few more tries to break this baby. Frightened as a rabbit Pete replied, “I sure hope so, we’ve

Recipes Passed Down

Every year at Christmastime Meg’s grandmother who was from Paisley Scotland would make shortbread. Shortbread was an expensive luxury at one time and was usually only made for special occasions. It is said that these rich delicious biscuits date back to the 12th century. Meg would watch intently as her grandmother carefully measured out flour,