Flash Fiction Friday

Anonymous Obituary

by Brenda on June 29, 2012

It’s not recommended writing one’s own epitaph, nor would I have ever considered writing mine, but circumstances being what they are have provided the reason to reconsider the past, to justify long-ago deeds, and in the slipstream between dark and light, seek absolution, and maybe forgiveness. There is always a reckoning as the last breath [...]

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The Next Stop

by Brenda on May 25, 2012

Before saying, I love you, our eyes held their gaze with visible hunger. After, I watched him lower his to inventory the lines on the palms of his immense hands. As the seconds mounted, I listened to the wall of silence going up around us. It drowned out the crowded bar room buzz of the [...]

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Exposed

by Brenda on August 5, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday – August 5, 2011, 2011 “You look tired,” Lila said. “I am. I want to go home,” Ray said. “Not yet Dad, Dr. Sanchez said four more days, at least.” “They shaved my head, drilled in it, and left a hole. Look at me.” “You look like a holy man on a [...]

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Man-Ripe

by Brenda on July 29, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday – July 29, 2011   Man-Ripe I’m starved, please tell me you cooked dinner and it’s not another night of Marshmallow Kabobs.” Kat moaned.   Lizzie put a second tray of cookies into the oven before answering her friend. The two women had been sharing evening meals together longer than they could remember. In dog [...]

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