The camp was only a few miles away. Marv kept imagining his face turning red, people pointing and laughing. Then he thought about what Barb said. “Everyone’s there to enjoy themselves and not make anyone feel embarrassed.”
An excerpt from Being Natural at Friday Flash Fiction.
Jared convinced himself that he didn’t want to go. In his mind, his father wasn’t worth the time of day, let alone his presence at his funeral.
Excerpt from The Promise by Mark Tulin @ Friday Flash Fiction.
Build Me Up Buttercup was blaring from the big speakers in the rafters. The melody stuck in my head, and I didn’t hear any other songs after that. She led me around the rink. We smiled as we tried to avoid the other skaters.
Excerpt from Buttercup at Friday Flash Fiction.
At first, I interpreted his stare as being judgemental. Perhaps he didn’t like bald men or the way I wore my glasses off my nose. I immediately became disturbed by his rudeness, and I eyeballed him back.
Excerpt from The Eccentric at Friday Flash Fiction.
My son rarely listened to me. My in-laws thought he needed to see a psychologist, but he does well in school, and the teachers haven’t complained yet.
An excerpt from The Mallards on Flash Fiction Friday.
There was silence. My dad felt lower than any point in his life, even worse than the day my mother walked out on him. His shiny bald head reflected the harsh ceiling light; his blue eyes sparkled with tears. He knew that the bottle was destroying him from the inside out. He also knew that I was giving him an opportunity to get sober.
Excerpt from Detox. Read Detox on Friday Flash Fiction.
She crouched like a tiger honing in on its prey. She sniffed and picked up the scent of a slot machine with no name. “That’s the one,” she whispered. She had never been wrong before.
Excerpt from On Fire at Friday Flash Fiction.
