“Oh yes, I quite agree.” 92-year-old Philomena pays the gawkers in the store no mind. She knows they call her the senile old woman who talks to herself; she doesn’t care. “Silly fool, we had that last week. You didn’t like it, remember?” “I suppose you’re right,” Walter grumbles. “I always am.” She smiles. Philomena …
Flash Fiction #137 – The Senile Old Woman Who Talks to Herself Read More »
You wouldn’t know Josh and Luke had profound Tinder chats. They stare out at the fancy servers. The fancy meals. The fancy water features. Anywhere but each other. Had either asked, the other would have confessed they found their date painfully beautiful. They’d have had many magical dates, married, lived out a beautiful romance. …
Trista assumed the package was another gift sent for her daughter’s 24th birthday, one Trista would have to return with a note informing the sender of her daughter’s death. But the box was addressed to her in her daughter’s handwriting. Trista didn’t open it. As long as it was sealed, her daughter still lived. On …
Flash Fiction #135 – Gracie’s Twenty-Fifth Birthday Read More »
Mo wished to be beautiful like his muse siblings. He came from a long line of great ideas. Artists battled to take his siblings home; not Mo. He was short, squat, fanged, and covered in barnacles, but he knew he was the idea of a century. Door to door, he went, pitching himself. An old …
Jenny draws the curtains so a thin line of light pierces the darkness. You trip, and you’ll turn to ash, Aldous always warned. Would that be so bad, silly old vampire? she’d kid. He’d smile, watching her hands play with the light as humans do with a flame. She never missed a morning in her 300 …