Fiction

Flash fiction, short stories and humor

  • Fiction,  Outskirts of Heaven

    Flowers for Sarah

    “Have you heard…?” Jesse Plain asked on Friday afternoon, picking up flowers for his wife on his way home from work. It was her birthday. Jesse bought her flowers for every occasion. His wife had never once been in Awesome Blossom herself so Chelsea didn’t have any idea if they were appreciated but she supposed they were since he kept coming back and buying more. “Yes, of course, I’ve heard,” Chelsea said. “Well, I didn’t want to assume you had, and I thought you’d want to know.  Even if just to steer clear.” “He’s barely a memory to me,” Chelsea said. To an extent that was true.  She remembered Honor…

  • Fiction,  Outskirts of Heaven

    Chelsea Gold – Outskirts of Heaven

    News that Honor Caswell was back in town had been swirling for weeks like the outer bands of a hurricane lifting the interest of those who knew him.  Of those who knew him, there were two groups, the ones who knew him all his life and through high school until he joined the marines and those who knew him through Granny Rose who talked about him all the time and put him on the prayer list every Sunday for some reason or another or no reason at all except that he was so far away, living in California and she hadn’t seen him in years. Granny Rose raised Honor and…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    This is Friday night

    This is Friday night at the country club for dinner with my Ivy League husband where we will act surprised to see all the same people we saw last Friday night at the country club for dinner. The pale blue undertones in my $500 J McLaughlin dress will complement the deep blue in his Non-Iron Milano Fit Multiplaid Sport Shirt from Brooks Brothers.  We look like we planned this.  It’s casual Friday. We will reassure our friends that our lives, jobs and children are just as exceptional as they were last Friday, if not more. We will ask about the specials. It won’t matter that I have on my period panties…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    Lady Moth

    Why are butterflies more beautiful than moths? With their loud colors, their sturdy wings, their pretentious stories of transformation as if that one time they changed was some grand accomplishment. The butterfly had no control over that change. It was a pregnancy, giving birth to herself. There is no talent or skill in giving birth. Your body takes over with contractions and cramps and pain until you are turned inside out. It is out of your control, giving birth to yourself or another. You are along for the ride. It’s what you do after that takes wisdom. But butterflies rest on their smug laurels talking about metamorphosis and transformation and…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    Charcoal Skies

    The sky is charcoal grey with stars in every direction. In the distance, lightning flashes like an orange ball illuminating a low hanging clump of storm clouds. Cool air, smelling of salt and fish is tumbling around me pushing against my jacket, playing with my hair and lifting my skirt with unexpected gusts. I’m sitting on the beach with my knees drawn in. The sand is hard and soft underneath me. It feels cold and damp, but it’s dry where I am, far enough away from the shore that it’s rippled and pliable, but close enough that if I don’t move, the waves will reach up to me within the hour. It’s…

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    Sensual Anarchy

    Your love is so cold and clothed.  Your brutal indifference.  I’m bringing needy back.  It’s become such a curse, it’s a shame, to need someone. Why!? We want to be needed but we don’t want to need. Vulnerability is a dirty feeling, like insecurity and failure. No one will admit to disappointment. No one wants their imperfections shown. What a waste! Who will step forward and say, “I need something. I need you. I am confused and helpless at times and you heal me. It’s you! It’s you that I need!” Everyone and their no fucks given. There’s no appeal in that for me.  I have lots of fucks to give.…