Falling

FacebookTwitterGoogle+Share

Ike leaned forward and scrutinized the towel-shaped mat on the floor at the side of his bed. A cord snaked from it to an outlet on the other side of his nightstand. “What’s it for?”

Tala thought about lying to him, telling him that it would warm his feet in the mornings, but he was the about the same age as her lolo and he would have wanted her to be straight with the man. “It’ll tell us if you get up in the middle of the night.”

He looked at her with watery eyes.

“I just don’t want you to fall again, Mr. Harris.”

[Read more…]

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

The Only Thing to Fear

“Do you have your instructions?”

The private gaped up in disbelief.

The mustachioed sergeant, a misshapen, scarred-over walrus of a man who stood at the edge of a hundred-foot embankment, looking at the private like the recruit owed him something. Which he did: a leap from said embankment.

“Son, do you not understand how a gravchute works?” the sergeant growled.

[Read more…]

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

History

Mrs Thompson stood at the front of the room, watching her students. Most of them were half-asleep. It was often like that on a Monday morning.

“Now class,” she said, eyes twinkling. She loved her job, even when the pupils weren’t in the mood. “I trust we’ve all done our homework?”

No response. This was perfectly normal. She shrugged it off.

“So who can tell me the date of the Battle of Hastings?”

[Read more…]

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

The Mafia Boss Who Shot His Gay Son on a Beach

It was a good day for a killing. The summer had been good. There had been rain and his arthritis had not bothered him for several months. His wife had gone to her sister in the hills. Elena, his middle-aged lover, had passed earlier in the afternoon. She had paraded her naked splendour through the house, serving him coffee while he sat in bed. She then moved her nakedness over him.

He had wanted to tell Elena, as she cupped his head, the thoughts had been so close to her hands. There had been secrets passed between them before. But Elena had looked down upon his beaten face and told him he was her beauty. He had gazed at her, snakes in his brain, a pit of them.

[Read more…]

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

You First

“I’m telling you,” Martha Hetherington said in a hurried whisper, “I’ve got it down there. It’s been thrashing around since earlier this mornin’.”

Her eyes darted back and forth. There were splashes of red on her blouse.

James and Pat were very alarmed. Pat clutched a shotgun and James carefully angled an old hunting rifle toward the wooden floor. James wanted to be able to shoot the old woman as soon as he was certain that she had just violently murdered her family.

[Read more…]

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

Where You Belong

She waited her turn impatiently, gnawing a pencil, scribbling, erasing, passing the time. The burial mound had already been flattened by a hundred dancing feet. Shallow depressions from kneelers told another story. Restless men and women, not all to defile; some to pray, praise, and weep.

“Next!”

[Read more…]

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

Shadow

Some shadows are forgotten moments that get stuck in a soul.

One of eight children, Mukunda was destined to outlive his siblings. Two brothers died before he was born. Pneumonia visited Ashok, took him for a walk and never came back. The shadow drew breath. Tuberculosis came dancing, rattling the chests of all it touched, spraying the walls red. It took Khoka by the hand, and left with him.

[Read more…]

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

Ringlets

Detective Inspector Jane Bondo enters the interview room. A man in an expensive suit sits in it.  A rape and murder suspect. She desperately needs some proof of his guilt. Otherwise she has to release him into the public where he can commit more rapes.

Her hair is a mass of golden ringlets pulled back by a black ribbon so undisciplined as to allow several curls to escape its care. Her sweater is just tight enough to entice the connoisseur’s eye to discern the lace on the top of her brassiere. Her lipstick is restrained, with only a touch of eyeliner. A serious police officer. Yet a suggestion of the possibility of something else.

He says, “This ugly room is now beautiful because you are in it.”

[Read more…]

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

Grateful Black Denim

My brother died the same year Jerry Garcia died, 1995.  The only belonging of Mike’s that I have is a black denim winter coat that he’d just bought and only worn a few times.  His wife gave it to me, since we were about the same size.  I couldn’t wear the coat for a few years.  I mean—it was my brother’s—and he was dead.  But—I played Jerry Garcia music—more than ever.

[Read more…]

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

But Juicy

I ate a great big bag of cherries on the front porch as a lilac bush bent over me, shading me from the hot sun. My mother whispered to me through the window, telling me to stay out of the trash, meaning the men in my life, like I was a dog. Her voice was like the gentle drone of bees through the waxy green screen, a sound I now associate with my childhood that still lingers blurrily at the edges of my prismatic life. The cherries were not ripe. They were tasteless, but juicy, and the juice trickled down my chin at every bite.

[Read more…]

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