Category: flash fiction

A day on Interstate 80

The sweltering heat from the sun fumed down on Benjamin’s back. Sweat drenched his shirt, it clung to his chest, bringing a brief cooling relief against the humid air. His flesh, once light in pigment, now seared red to the touch like burning coals….

Once a Rat, always a Rat

The tattered burlap sack lifted violently off his head, revealing a face so battered and bruised, that Clive was hardly recognizable to anyone who knew him. The overhead lamp, hanging from a chain suspended from the ceiling, swayed back and forth, in a circular…

Carl’s Refusal

Carl stood in the bathroom gazing at himself in the mirror. He turned his head to one side, then to the other. He appeared older, he noticed wrinkles and grey hairs where there was none before. He took a deep breath and exhaled in…

Sparrow

March, 2017 “King me, Morty old boy!” Wally said, mockingly rubbing his hands together. Mortimer, or Morty, as he was known in the wing, pressed his lips together, annoyed. The black and red checker board now flooded with Wally’s red chips. Morty’s black army…

The Ninth Hour

 8:45pm He sat on the floor against the wall, the 9 mm Colt lay next to him, magazine fully loaded, ready to fire. A beaming light broke through the drapes, lighting the dark room’s interior. A voice on a megaphone, in the streets below, ordered him to surrender. The end neared, they would burst through the door…

Searching for Emily Rose

I have never been a ladies man, I couldn’t tell you the first thing about being in a relationship. It’s been that way my entire life. I don’t know what it feels like to be loved or cared for by a woman. To hold their hand or run…

The Peculiar Mr. Pitts

The whiskey poured into the glass, swirling back and forth, rising steadily. Norton observed with eagerness, the precious liquid couldn’t pour fast enough. The bartender laid down a fresh napkin, placing the glass on top. “Whiskey straight doll,” She said, smacking her gum from the side of her mouth….