Worst Storm of My Life

Can’t we just pull off somewhere, I said as I was clutching the grab handle strenuously thinking I was going to die tonight. How the hell can you see anything? The rain was pounding down with a furry. Turbulent winds were slamming us as we tried to make it further down the highway. All that

Backyard Quandary

  The following was written in response to this week’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something crazy. Laugh like crazy, show the setting of stir-crazy or go off the rails on a crazy train. Have fun with the word and the situation, but

Did Someone Say Pizza?

The following short was written in response to a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.  In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes pizza. It can be an original pizza pie (or slice) or something pizza-like. Go where the prompt leads! On our last trip to Montreal, I insisted we

Sunday Drive – Flash Fiction

This week’s flash fiction over atCarrot Ranch is: February 27, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes the open road. Where will the trip lead? Who is going, and why? Follow the open road wherever it may lead! This week I thought I’d do something different for me

Plans Change

Flash Fiction about a postal carrier and the heart felt for his customers.

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

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.

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,

Sweet Jam – Flash Fiction

  Come one, come all to Bellevue’s Last Call Bar and Grill to listen to the sounds of Head First. They’re sure to satisfy your thirst. Dance the night away with songs from the 1980s unless nine o’clock is past your bedtime. Come on out and rock till you drop. On horns and flute, we

Poisoned Apple – Flash Fiction

Okay, I think we finally have a winner here, would you like to test it? As soon as this hits the shelves people will be running each other over trying to purchase this. Here, hold out your arm Elizabeth. Hold on a few seconds, I need to wash off my wrist first. Pierre gently applied