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.
Confusion set in a few years ago, but recently its gotten worse. Before my mind went blank, I could remember the general direction of where the car was parked. But now, I seem to wander around the foggy sea of cars hoping that one of them is mine.
Excerpt from my story, Confusion on Friday Flash Fiction.
It’s not just a blanket
Of yarn and red silk
That her father
Bought for her to hold.
It covered her spirit.
It warmed her soul.
It protected her
From the monster’s shadows
Her bedroom walls.
Although her father’s gone,
A piece of the blanket
The only thing left over
From the time
She was a fearful little girl.
When I was a kid, I had a friend in elementary school who believed he was the first person to discover masturbation. At first, I thought he was weird and crazy. A few years later, I thought he was a genius.