We sat under the sunshine warm and toasty waiting for those rays of gold to do their work. We weren’t good enough as is, we needed to be brown. Brown was better. People wanted brown. By afternoon we were ready. Shirley picked us up one by one shining our smooth skin with the soft cloth…
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The Pianoman: Flash Fiction
The bell had rung. The line had shut down. The place was empty. Artur did his rounds as he usually did. Securing doors, turning on alarms, unplugging the toaster. Then he’d sit and practice. Two hours every night without fail. He was going to be a famous pianist one day. Go to school they…
Read MorePoor Aunt Esther: Flash Fiction
Every Wednesday afternoon Ella Gitterman brought her Tupperware containers filled with delicious dinners and desserts for her aging aunt. Poor Aunt Esther hadn’t left her house in 12 years. Disabled and penurious, Ella was her lifeline, dutifully bringing meals, helping with cleaning, shopping, and all the other things Ella knew how to do well. Ella…
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Twilight: A Poem
The golden hour, coffee in hand Gentle waves shift the sand Twilight flows, the glare it mellows the lines on her face and the leaves in yellows Sun dips down over the hill Her hands at rest, her heart is still Peace is here 44 words, by chance. I’ve missed the last two Friday Fictioneers,…
Read MoreShots Fired: Flash Fiction
She sat slumped, her hands face up, resting in her lap. Their weight like sandbags, barely holding the tissue that she would use to wipe the tears that fell onto her arms. It was just yesterday when he was still here. His blood spattered across the court. Today they washed the chalk lines and his…
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Words Like Niagara Falls: Flash Fiction
Words swarm me, exploding like fireworks bright and brilliant, full of meaning. Their essence heavy on my chest. Waiting for a chance to reveal themselves. Waiting to dive deep beneath the dark blue surface. For now, they wait. Held by responsibilities. Standing in a neat row. Protected and silent. Waiting for the door to burst…
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Teatime in Niagara: Flash Fiction
Flash fiction story for Friday Fictioneers. A short story of 100 words or less. This one about Maxx’s visit to Niagara and Ella’s wish to escape it.
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Maxx Highgate Visits Niagara: Flash Fiction
She had been putting it off for long enough now. She’d found every excuse to avoid making that call to Maxx. She didn’t need a reminder, but still wrote his name on a slip of paper that she’d been using as a bookmark for the last 3 weeks. Ella took off her glasses, rubbed her…
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Life with Alegria 