Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

The Worst Kind of Thievery

“Mrs. Noble, I want you to look closely at each man and let me know if you see him,” said Detective Scott, “and take as much time as you need.” Fear made me clutch the plastic cup tightly and the water began … Continue reading

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No Such Thing as Freedom…

With grim satisfaction I received the news. At last we were free. No more dancing to your tune. No more “yes sir, no sir, anything you say, sir!” No more running for cover. No stiff upper lip while you bullied … Continue reading

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Traveling Companions

“You’ve got spunk, kid, I’ll grant you that,” said the grizzled old man, watching the boy jump onto the boxcar just as it gathered speed. The boy, thirteen and covered with grime, said nothing, content to stare at the old man while moonlight … Continue reading

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Do You Believe in Ghosts?

“Do you believe in ghosts, Mimi?” asks Josh, his blue eyes curious. I love this boy, and a smile comes easily to my face. “What a question! What makes you ask?” “Mom says there’s no such thing, but I think … Continue reading

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Just Ten Minutes

Just ten minutes! Please! Waking abruptly, I’m bewildered by the light spilling through the window. What time is it, I wonder, looking past Joe to the clock on the nightstand. Nine o’clock! He’ll be late for school! Tossing on my … Continue reading

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Diversions

It began innocently: the little trysts, occasional diversions, that quickly became something more. Theirs was a secret romance, one that softened the harsh edges of her desperate life. Before meeting him, that life had been a string of gray, hopeless … Continue reading

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You’ll Thank Me

Slowly, my eyes open. He doesn’t look up.  He’s painting my toenails. Telling me I’m beautiful, that my figure makes his heart melt, he says I’m just about perfect. Or would be but for my feet, which are big and … Continue reading

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The Man with the Good Heart

Rotund and jolly, George Hurt always greeted friends and neighbors with a booming laugh and a funny story. On Sunday mornings, George and his wife attended the Water Street Baptist Church, where George cooed over newborns, sang hymns with gusto, … Continue reading

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ALPHABET SOUP STORIES: A is for Adelaide

Adelaide inhaled the calming nicotine, then tapped the cigarette against the glass rim of the ashtray. Smoking was a filthy habit and one she should give up. But not this weekend, she thought, bringing the cigarette once more to her … Continue reading

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Variety is the Spice of Life

It’s hard to be faithful. Isn’t variety the spice of life? That’s what Jake had always thought – at least until he’d met his Angela. When he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to change his cheating … Continue reading

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