You emerge. The soft touch of wind on your cheeks awakes an image in your mind; your backyard from the porch while sipping a beer. Cicadas belting out their flirting songs, shaking their booty like there is no tomorrow. Then, one day, there was no tomorrow. Not for you, not for a while. Until you … Continue reading The happiness of food
Category: flash fiction
Proud
The emotional mess of talking to your boss.
Reward
Dread and unwillingness. Suffering will come. Anticipation of the reward. Start. Blood pumps around. Face heats up. Breath quickens. Legs protest. Beep. That was slow. Sweat drips. Cars rush by. Heart beats in ears. Beep. Quicker. Good. Find the rhythm. Enter the bush. Senses alive. Stop and marvel. Calming surrounds of nature. Breathe. Resume with … Continue reading Reward
Red hand
The red glow in his palm flickered whenever he made a fist. Thoughts of her invaded his mind again. He shook his head, unsure how long he’d been standing there, staring at his hand. Lost in dreams of an unattainable love. Only inanimate objects have been the subject of his testing so far. He hadn’t … Continue reading Red hand
Nadec Ch 14: Talking to a drunk guy
Previously: Nadec recovered from her concussion by being unconscious for a week, helped by the Dragon's White Gas. They need answers from the zlurp. Read all the previous chapters here. * * * * * * * * * * * * * ‘Will he talk?’ The dubious look Nadec shot toward Wyny spoke volumes. … Continue reading Nadec Ch 14: Talking to a drunk guy
Scorching days
The heat rose up from the bitumen in shimmering waves of translucent nothingness. Nothingness she couldn’t touch, but feel in every pore and surface of her body. Even below the surface it seeped, strengthening the feeling of melting. Still she kept walking. She’d tried to cover her whole body in light linen clothes. It wasn’t … Continue reading Scorching days
The Magic Wand
Bronson had started work five minutes ago and already regretted his life’s decisions. When you have the choice between going to the beach—baking yourself on the sand—or working a 10-hour shift in front of a grill—baking the burger patties and yourself—you have to be a real idiot to choose the latter. Hello, my name is … Continue reading The Magic Wand
