Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

Red Sky At Night

  “How’d that old saying go?” muttered Silas.  “Red dawn . . . red morning . . . oh yeah, now I remember.  Red sky at night, sailor’s delight, red sky at morning sailor’s warning.” “I wonder where that came … Continue reading

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Deane’s Diner

Joshua had been on the road for several hours and when he spotted the red neon sign blinking “Deane’s Diner” he let out a heavy sigh of relief.  His arms were numb from the vibration of the Panhead and his … Continue reading

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Any Given Sunday

  It could be any given Sunday.  There she is, standing at the corner, in her usual running attire – tank top, shorts, and sneakers – her leg hooked over the other as she chooses what songs to listen to, … Continue reading

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Don’t Tease The Animals

  Mom said there’d be days like this. The twins just won’t leave me alone.  What was in that seal last night?  I can’t recall them being this rambunctious. “Kaneq! . . . Pirta!  Would you two please go outside … Continue reading

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End Of The Innocence

  Ever’ summer me an’ Bobby would get in all sorts a trouble.  It a start out the same; first day of summer break, Bobby would be at the kitchen door, bangin’ on the screen.  “Hey Mz. Peterson.  Can Billy … Continue reading

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Enter The Colosseum

  Ophelia could hear the roar coming from the end of the tunnel.  Each time she traveled the now familiar route she was always shocked by how raucous the citizenry could be. The dead and decaying leaves swirled around her … Continue reading

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Burning Bridges

  If there is one thing that I’m particularly good at it is burning bridges.  Over the years I’ve torched more than a few; disappointing both friends and family.  None could be repaired, but over the last few years I’ve … Continue reading

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