When Your Husband Is Arrested

FacebookTwitterGoogle+Share

When you first see your husband in handcuffs at the station house, tears build back so far in your eyes, it seems they are filling your sinus cavities. You blink, but it does not break the dam. Instead, your body is consumed by trembles. Your hands grab the tails of your navy blouse, and you wind the soft cotton around your fingers like a glove.

You see the blood pouring out of a cut above his right eye. You can’t see the eye, because it is swollen shut, but you have been married for five years and gazed into that eye for six years before that, so you know that under the lid, under the bruise, under the blood, it is brown. The blood leaves bright red streaks on his pale skin, as it races toward his black t-shirt, where it disappears into the darkness. You want to kiss him, tell him it will be OK, but a policeman is leading him toward an ambulance.

[Read more…]

P.S. If you love Flash Fiction...we deliver for free.

The Warrene Academy

Ms. Hu was the first one I noticed at the Warrene Academy. They talked about her beautiful slanted eyes, the boys did. During office hours, the male students waited outside her door, forming a line that went around two walls. One by one, they were invited to the other side of the windowless, white door, and for a whole minute, sometimes two, the lucky boy had Ms. Hu all to himself.

The boys came out the office with a drunken look, unable to walk a straight line. A saccharine fragrance permeated the air each time a boy walked out and another entered—like strawberries, but also like decayed roses. A dim yellow light from the office slipped through the door crack, but I was never able to see anything else; the thick perfume half-blinded me, I suspect. “Come in, my dear,” Ms. Hu’s tinkling voice called.

[Read more…]

P.S. If you love Flash Fiction...we deliver for free.

Behind the Clouds, There Are Stars

Megan took a long gulp from her Miller Lite, ending with an “ahhh” as she leaned back onto the edge of the trampoline. We hadn’t quite made it to the crispness of wee hours where the breeze sweeps away the heaviness of the previous day, but instead, the air was still and lingering with the stench of late-Texas spring. The purple bandana wrapped around her head looked almost as dark as her long, black hair in this lighting. I hoisted myself onto the trampoline next to her, my feet dangling towards the dirt.

The sloppy clouds above were a light gray—lighter than the sky, at least—and they were starting to break apart in the same way algae breaks up on a pond’s surface when you poke it with a stick. Behind the clouds, stars peeked curiously down on us.

[Read more…]

P.S. If you love Flash Fiction...we deliver for free.

Another Time

The refrigerator was still covered in debris. I spied the magnet Jake had made when he was in Boy Scouts back in 1989. It was his faded fishing picture. He was wearing his navy uniform with yellow bandana tie, and the date had been scratched in pen underneath the photo on a popsicle stick. The rest of the popsicle sticks that outlined the magnet as a frame were coming undone, and a few were missing. The fraying edges threatened a nasty sliver. The same grey grime from countless sticky fingers that covered the handle to the fridge and freezer coated the popsicle sticks as well.

[Read more…]

P.S. If you love Flash Fiction...we deliver for free.

Catharsis

A week after the breakup, my apartment’s a dump. All the dishes I own have quickly piled in the sink, so I started ordering take-out for every meal. Now, the junk overflows: pizza boxes, burrito wrappers, soda cups litter the floor. All the syrup is crystallized, congealed. Funny, my boyfriend—my ex, I mean—always complained that I was a neat-freak, that I nitpicked him all the time.

[Read more…]

P.S. If you love Flash Fiction...we deliver for free.

She Had to Know

It was when she was ten that Cara first became a spider.

She was up on her toes, pedalling fast down a country lane on a hot, summer’s day, trying to leave behind the anger she felt towards her mother. As she gulped in air, a fly flew into her mouth and found its way to the bottom of her gullet.

The next thing she knew, she was scurrying through the grass. A mouse, a giant, ran in front of her. She lolloped away, her long spindly legs moving as if they didn’t belong to her at all. She hid beneath a rock, where she stayed until, hours later, she grew hungry and her hairy belly began to grumble. She felt herself expanding, pressing against her edges. Just as she thought she must explode, she was once more a girl, dressed in yellow shorts and a red t-shirt, sitting on the ground, beside her fallen bicycle.

[Read more…]

P.S. If you love Flash Fiction...we deliver for free.

Dissolution

It’s remarkable how glass is affected when struck by an aluminum baseball bat. On a physics level, if I’m swinging the 31-inch Easton Mako Torq aluminum bat my wife got me for my birthday and it collides with the front passenger headlight of my wife’s car only one time, how many splinters of glass are produced? I’m not sure but it’s a two-pound bat, which makes the result is quite satisfying.

[Read more…]

P.S. If you love Flash Fiction...we deliver for free.

The Planned Heist

It was all planned, not only the trip but Herman Plante was going to commit a crime. As he packed his car, his mind raced through the details and how to stealthily secure the item and escape undetected. It was not a matter of greed or one of extreme necessity, but a desire to take something that would serve him well.

[Read more…]

P.S. If you love Flash Fiction...we deliver for free.

Hope Wrapped in Plastic

No one could help him. Katee had tried and she continued trying despite many failures, but he never seemed to want her help. Each time he fell off the wagon she blamed herself. I just have to find the right way to help him, she thought, as she waited for him to return from a late night binge again.

She fought to keep her eyes steady on the page in front of her, the moment she heard the clank of his key struggle in the lock. Working to hold her fingers on the book, she grew conscious of every sensation flooding her body, while he stumbled in and slammed the door. Tears began to slide from her eyes; goose bumps surfaced, pricking her skin as he drew closer.

[Read more…]

P.S. If you love Flash Fiction...we deliver for free.

Bird

You walked out of the house looking like a little girl, head nodding down toward the sidewalk with your curly brown hair bobbing in your eyes, one hand behind your back. When you stopped at the end of the walkway, I noticed your floral pattern stretch pants, not because I normally notice these things, but because one leg was crossing behind the other as if you were off balance or ashamed. The police car flashers weren’t on and it was noon, so I didn’t think it could mean that much trouble. But one officer stood outside your bedroom window and another—at the opposite end of the house—guarded the door by the garage. Four cruisers! That’s a lot for a Tuesday afternoon.

[Read more…]

P.S. If you love Flash Fiction...we deliver for free.