The Bartender
“Where am I?” I caressed my sore wrist. “The Locomotion, gal,” the bartender sang. “What is that awful smell?” “Oh, that? Ahhh. That’s the smell…
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“Where am I?” I caressed my sore wrist. “The Locomotion, gal,” the bartender sang. “What is that awful smell?” “Oh, that? Ahhh. That’s the smell…
A 500 word first date flash fiction. Pasito is an Australian passionfruit soft drink. “Tomato sauce?” “Prefer barbecue.” “Summer or winter?” “Winter. I like watching…
A Flash Fiction. “All of them?” Luke shrugged and said, “Well, yeah I guess so. The second girl might have been a natural brunette.” I…
A tough nut to crack. Tough indeed. In my case, it is as much metaphorical as is it literal. There is a recurring problem for…
A 500-word flash fiction piece. “Hydroxyzine.” “Excuse me?” I cleared my throat and pointed to the row of small circular welts on her exposed arm.…
Hank laid flat on his back in the grass, admiring the clouds in the sky as they passed over him. The stars would be coming…
There was only one way this was going to go. I’m beaten, battered, left for dead at the end of this alley. I wasn’t even…
The dark night sky gave shelter for us to finally ambush him. I’d waited eleven years for this. He’d eluded me time and time again,…
After the Last Crumble, there was nowhere left to live. An intense energy burst had shattered any comprised structure, saving only organic, living creatures. There…
I have but one objective. My entire life has been spent searching for the precious fuel that keeps me alive. If food is sustenance, then…
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