#FlashFiction 10/23/18

He obviously had something wrong with him. You could tell by the tone of his voice. Well not tone exactly. His tone was genuine, excitedly friendly. But his speech pattern seemed to indicate impairment.

Before we get started, are you okay?

Yes. She was fine. A mess but fine. He slowly went through the steps. Asking questions and filling in blanks. She felt bad for him but then glad someone took a chance to hire him. Then she felt sorry for him. And thought

Only a mother could love

Boom the guilt covered her like fallout. Who was she to judge? Then she realized he reminded her of her brother. Long gone and eternally present.

As always more to come.

#FlashFiction 9/28/18

Flash Fiction 100 words or less.

Fool Me Once

Dammit, she did it again!  How could she be so stupid to believe Lois?  Fuck Lois! Liar! Trying to cover her tracks with innuendo.  Half truths and Photoshop. A desperate ploy that hooked Helen every single time.

Sympathy or disgust? Doormat or steam roller? She could be either.  Her sharp tongue could end Lois. Cut her. Hurt her. No more walking around on eggshells.  No more sleepless nights. And to think once upon a time she felt guilty for not giving a damn.

Something inside her was like biting on tinfoil.


#FlashFiction 9/16


Car locked and bags in hand, Sam scurries through the drizzle to front of the store.

James is late again. She wonders if he’ll show up. Lately he is full of excuses. Is this the beginning of the end?

Swoosh, the doors part, Sam steps in wiping her feet and shaking off the cold. She’ll walk off her worry. One lap, then two.

The big box retailer is almost empty except for a few workers stocking shelves.

Hehehehehe. Giggles

As she arounds the corner looking down the aisle no one is there.

Tittering shadows

Turns another corner, another empty aisle.

Yet she knows she’s not alone. Her pace quickens. Her heartbeat does too.

A big booming voice bellows over the PA system. Attention Sam today’s your lucky day!

As always more to come.

#FlashFiction 8/30/18

By the time they walked to their cars, the lots were almost empty. At least it was still daylight.

Sheila (hugging Carrie): Bye love. Until next time. Give the boys my best.

Carrie: I will. Take care. See you in a month.

Sheila was parked further out. She felt a chill as she hurried to her car. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. She noticed the Corolla but thought nothing of it until she heard the engine rev.

Holy shit! Sheila screamed. Somebody call 911!

Her voice echoed off the payment. She felt nothing as she saw her body lying there. Was this really how her story would end?

As always more to come.

#FlashFiction ~ 8/20/18

Continued from  #Flash Fiction ~ 4/29/18

Reverend: Fancy meeting you here.  Are we still on for tomorrow night?

Ah yes the Casino Night fundraiser for the school was tomorrow night. And “we” was the parish community. And Sheila was the co-chair.

Sheila: I’ll be there.  I worked too hard on this not to see it through.  But after tomorrow, I am leaving.

Reverend: Dear Sheila, we’ve been over this before.  You’re not leaving.  How many times have you told me that?  Still you stay.  You know where your loyalties lie.

Sheila (wiping tears from her eyes): Look, you cannot talk me out of it this time. Just let me be.  For my sanity.

End scene.

As always, more to come.

#FlashFiction ~ 8/19/18

Today kinda sucked for Mary.  Started off late, hitting snooze and getting stuck in traffic.  Making up for it with breakfast from the drive thru, a once in a while treat.  Things were on the upswing.  Then afternoon-ish without warning. Bam! Life happens.

You see without providing all the gory details, Mary knows the world is full of not so nice people.  People who lie, cheat, and take advantage of an underdog schizophrenic brother all with the guise of ending every phone call with have a blessed day.

Coereced she paid early.  But would it ever really go away?

99 words of 100 words or less #FlashFiction challenge.

As always, more to come.

#FlashFiction ~ 8/18/18

Picking up food for the mister who worked through lunch. I’d be happy to never eat again. TV in this place is blaring. The waitresses are glued to the screen. Ignoring me. I think noise from the show is making me angry. Ahem.

Right now I’m in my head. Feeling awful. She’s trying so hard. But it’s never enough. I can’t even look her in the eyes. Doing so breaks me. She’s covering pain. She tossed out an idea.  Nothing neither of us really wants to do. Something deep inside me is like biting on tin foil. I’m damaged.

The above makes 99 words of 100 or less flash fiction challenge.

As always, more to come.

#Flash Fiction ~ 4/29/18

Sheila pulled into the CVS parking lot which was almost empty.  “Good” she thought to herself.  “I’ll get in and out quickly, best of all without running into anyone I know.”

The big automatic double doors opened with a swoosh as Shelia entered the store.  She walked past the make-up counter and the candy for sale taking a right down aisle 15.  She crept along the row discreetly looking for the goods.

“Why Sister Shelia! Is that you?” boomed Reverend Saunders.

“Holy Hell! I’ve been looking for you” Shelia exclaimed.

He had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

As always, more to come.


Sonny rocked back and forth flicking an unlit cigarette between his fingers. He surely was not going to pick up the cancer sticks again after 8 years abstinence. Circumstances had pushed him to the edge. To be here in this place again was surreal. Waiting as the stretch rolled up.

As always, more to come.


She’d been holding back her tears again

For so long

In the past, a good cry always got everything back on track

Well except for that one time when she started crying and couldn’t stop

She got help, she got better, she was stronger

Stronger meant she didn’t feel anything

Until today

She made it to her car before the flood gates opened

Tears stinging her eyes, vision blurred

Trying to process what happened

All the horrible angry mean things she wanted to say

They had hurt her

Oh how easy it would be for her to simply disappear

As always, more to come