Series The Long Road Home» This is part 3 of Kim Horton’s 55 word flash fiction series. Sitting on his front porch, he could smell the steaks cooking on the grill. The taste of ice cold beer excited his taste buds. The temperature alone brought a smile to his sleeping face. Suddenly, his dreams...
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Series The long Road Home» Jake took off his jacket and folded it into a pillow, as he had done so many times before. Laying down, he was thankful for the somewhat cooler temperature of the concrete tunnel. It wasn’t long before exhaustion overtook him and he drifted off to sleep. His dreams filled...
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Rising, she scanned the room. Everything appeared normal on this abnormal day. Thoughts of past happinesses flashed through her mind, but it was her angry present which now consumed her. Minutes later, she nervously shut off the engine and checked the vest, convincing herself this was right. Closing her eyes, she muttered a last...
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Series The Long Road Home» As the clouds drifted over the face of the moon, he walked. Even in darkness, the heat rose from the desert sand. His thoughts were clouded from fatigue, and his body was weak from hours of walking in the scorching heat. He found shelter in a small underpass. He...
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“….or maybe it’s the alternator.” The ‘butinski’ continued to ramble, spewing his expertise all over Rocko and Vinnie as they tried to fix their sedan. After an hour of listening to the grating know-it-all, Rocko went to the trunk and returned with an aluminum bat. “You guys play Softball?” “Nah, just hardball.” Answered Rocko....
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She clicks submit, and immediately she’s followed by some-bot-y new. No, two! She doubts those two are people, but they are followers. And she’s pulled even again! She can follow who she wants without the stats growing lopsided. In a world that… would’ve sounded like sci-fi ten years earlier, who to follow today? Dalai...
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She called when she went home that first Christmas. His almost ex-girlfriend kicked the door in. He had a new door by the following Christmas, and regrets that went back years. He’d gotten scared, he explained. “Why?” she asked. “I meant everything I told you.” “Well, I knew that,” he said. “It’s what scared...
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Pots filled with decaying food adorn the stove in the tiny, once charming kitchen. Trash, clothes, and sand cover the new hard wood floor. There’s a stench coming from the corner… Ashley is afraid to look. Could there be something dead over there? Someone? If he’s not dead he would be soon. “Two days...
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I bet folks at home are sorry they called me names. Said I was stupid. Well they’ll be looking for me now. From the abandoned shack, he saw a mushroom. “Out here in the desert? Bet it’s poisonous.” He never knew how poisonous, because the blast winds knocked him and the shack 500 feet...
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Jill walked along the trail near the icy creek attempting to calm her anger.  How could Steven do that to her? Did rejecting him the night before carry over to work? As Jill rounded the corner Steven stepped out of the water naked. She laughed uncontrollably.  Even she knew that Steven would leave her...
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“Mom wants five bream on credit, please,” says the girl to the towering Ms. Lamprey. Ms. Lamprey, to everyone in the store, “That whole trailer park wants credit!” Nearing her way out, the little girl drops her parcel of fish. One moment. One fish. Hidden up under a shelf. Four fish will do just...
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His belittling was incessant. The worst names a woman can hear. Infractions spewed forth even while he chewed. Oh, how she’d like to smash that face into his glop! Sated, he stood up. His woman did too. She watched them leave the restaurant. Clutching the cold steel in her pocket, she was not far...
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Do we know who we are? Do we think we know who the person sitting across fro us is? What if it's all a big lie? This Flash Fiction piece explores the fun of maybe...
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This Flash Fiction piece is all about turning the table. Pursuing the pursuers. Motives that began with revenge, but have transformed into a game of self-gratifying need. In the end, we are left with the tough choice of whether or not to root for the Just.
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All it takes is one ill advised act to begin a domino effect that can tarnish a lifetime of efforts.
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Jake is no fool. He won't unravel the stray thread of the silk purse. Not all at once anyway.
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Tyranny can blossom out of any crack in the sidewalk, even the sidewalk that leads up to the theater.
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Is there one question, that when asked, should be illegal by penalty of death?
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Sometimes revenge is sweeter than any kind of cereal, no matter if children are involved or not.
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