1945 was a great year to be an eight-year-old boy in rural Indiana. School had just let out and my big bro was headin’ home. Tommy and Mag’s families weren’t as lucky as ours. The war had snatched their brothers. I felt plum sorry for them… but maybe not as sorry as I shoulda. Momma had… Read More Friday Fiction – It’s Just Not Right – Flash Fiction… Read More Friday Fiction – It’s Just Not Right – Flash Fiction
Meg ran her hand over the smooth oak veneer. Her fingers caressed the intricate woodwork as she knelt down in front of the wood chest. Flattening her hand, she pushed her fingers between the ornately scalloped wood and the faded gray of what used to be multi-colored Nichol’s rug. Wiggling her fingers, she willed them to find the… Read More Friday Fiction – The Old Chest – Flash Fiction… Read More Friday Fiction – The Old Chest – Flash Fiction
There was a time when it hadn’t meant so much to me. Even then it had been important. But now, now it was the only thing on my mind. I had searched the whole house, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I know I was wearing it yesterday. I know it! I never… Read More The Necklace – A Flash Fiction… Read More The Necklace – A Flash Fiction
“Hello?” “Hi Mother, How ar…” “Oh, it’s you.” “Sigh… Yes, Mother, it’s me. You don’t need to sound so disappointed.” “Well, I’m busy. Here, let me put you on speakerphone.” “I thought you hated the speakerphone. What are you doing?” “I’m painting if you must know.” “I didn’t know you painted. When did you start painting?”… Read More The Apple – Flash Fiction… Read More The Apple – Flash Fiction
I was just pulling out my credit card when the conversation from the two girls behind me broke through the fog in my mind. “I couldn’t believe it either!” The two young ladies giggled with laughter. I glanced over my shoulder at them as I shoved my credit card into the chip reader. “Are you… Read More Fiction Friday – Forty Weeks and Counting… Read More Fiction Friday – Forty Weeks and Counting
I’ve posted this short story before, but it’s one of my favorites and since I haven’t been feeling well this week, I wasn’t able to do much writing. I hope you forgive me this week and I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have. Dust Into Glass “They’re glass.” “Yes, I… Read More Dust Into Glass – Short Story in Dialogue… Read More Dust Into Glass – Short Story in Dialogue