Every Friday, on kristenamears.com, Stena Mears submits a topical fiction blog post
“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
My hands were stained with the evidence of my guilt. There was no way of turning back the grains of time and undoing my sin; not even if I’d wanted to… which I wasn’t sure I did. I had tried to resist. But passion is hard to endure. The past few days I had done… Read More Caught – Flash Fiction… Read More Caught – Flash Fiction
It didn’t take long for the frightened young Kaitlyn to settle in for the long flight. The little imp, who had been so petrified as she first stepped through the main cabin door, was now tirelessly bombarding the businessman next to her with questions. Meg, the flight attendant, could see the man’s frustration level reaching… Read More Friday Fiction – Plastic Wings… Read More Friday Fiction – Plastic Wings
I should have had my head bowed during the offering prayer, but I was watching Sarah. She was watching the light shining through the stain-glass window, flooding the sanctuary with blue, green, and purple sunbeams. Sarah pulled her hand from her mouth, shoved it between her lap, and the pew where she sat a few feet… Read More Friday Fiction – Sarah’s Song – Flash Fiction… Read More Friday Fiction – Sarah’s Song – Flash Fiction
Momma looked down on me with her lips pressed all tight and flat. I knew that look. That was the “You’re really in trouble” look. My arms held on tightly to my package. I was so proud… or I had been just a few minutes ago. It wasn’t often that Momma entrusted me with… Read More Friday Fiction – The Shopping List… Read More Friday Fiction – The Shopping List