Fiction

Flash fiction, short stories and humor

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    He’s a Gardener

    “I’m a gardener.” He said, matter of factly, “I garden.” He was on the edge of the couch leaning over the coffee table, his knees pressed up against the edge. He was writing notes about something in his spiral notebook. He always wrote in pencil. His elbow rested on his knee and he didn’t look up at her. He kept taking notes. He was preoccupied. “But I’m talking about when you talk to people” she shrieked, getting his attention. He looked up, leaned back and watched her. His beard was so thick and dark around his lips she couldn’t tell if he was smirking. His eyes gave away nothing. “I’m…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    You Can Not Trust Your Eyes

    She knows that she looks sweet. She looks tender. Pretty. There’s an innocence about mher that inspires you to let down your guard. You want to protect her. How kind. You should know, it’s too late for your protection. There is no part of her that has not suffered wounds. There is no real innocence left. She have seen darkness and fought it. She won. And she lost. It consumed her, she fought back harder and consumed it. She carries it with her now, in her belly, in her blood. She knows that she am fun. She is happy! What a relief for you to find a woman so open!…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    Peppermint Kisses

    His beard had grown longer and was speckled with grey hairs.  His skin was tan, his arms swollen with muscles from long days working outside.  I got to look in his light blue eyes again.  He looked back at me intently, a smile curling up on his lips. “You’ve been gone so long I thought I’d never hear from you again.” I said. He put his hand on the back of my neck and stared at me. I was determined not to cry but I felt the trembling of my eyes and lips.  I was angry. I was accusing. I wanted to be indifferent. How could I let him come and go like this?…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    He Is Her Rock

    He is her rock, her security. He is the strong arms that held her while she cried when their son broke his legs skiing; the broad chest that cradled her closely dancing to their song at their daughter’s wedding just as they had 30 years before at their own. He was her strength and courage in all the things she doubted about herself, his voice whispered in her mind, “I believe in you.” She was sensitive and some days just going out into the world was an assault on her heart. There were the times she was left out of something, forgotten by a friend, and there were times she…

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    He Wasn’t Prepared

    He was prepared for everything else, but not for this. He was prepared for hard work, for sacrifice, for long hours. He was prepared to do what’s right, what’s necessary, what no one else would do. He was prepared to go unnoticed, to get the blame, to go without. He was prepared for a fight, for war, for death. He was prepared to ignore the pain, work through the injuries. He was prepared to never understand why. But, he wasn’t prepared for this. He wasn’t prepared for the softness, like a faint perfume stirring him awake. He wasn’t prepared for this racing heart when he heard her voice. He wasn’t…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    Her Love was Chaotic

    Her love was chaotic. It was unpredictable and desperate.  She loved in a panic: urgently, pleading. She loved him with the intensity of someone who is always saying goodbye.  And as certainly as she knew he’d leave, she knew his leaving would devastate her. Even with this knowledge she couldn’t stop herself from going back for more. She was addicted to him. She tried to consume as much of him as possible without tumbling into the obsessive abyss. She pushed herself to the limits of what she could take of him and what she could suffer from him and always found that she hadn’t gotten enough. She could not be…

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    We Danced All Night

    We danced all night. By morning my feet were sore and pinched, my muscles aching. I could still feel the thumping music in my head. We walked out of the after hours club into the blinding sunlight black tie and gown crumpled with dried and new sweat. The evening had started romantically. A bistro with pale pink linens and sage and yellow centerpieces. They served tiny entrees on huge white plates. The wine went straight to my head. From there, we went to clubs to dance. You knew the DJ so we went right in. We met up with your friends. At 3 AM, we walked as a group, rowdy…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    I Will Take What You Have

    I will take what you have. Place it on my dry lips and I will let it roll on my tongue and knock against my teeth until it dissolves into bitter chalky resentment or becomes candy – like and I will swallow it whole. I don’t know what you have for me. Is it your tender touch and smile? Is it your cold, quick replies? Will it thrill me and make me dance with sparkles at my fingertips and feet? Or will it call upon my demons, waking jealousy, rage and fear to burn me from the inside and leave me lifeless, abandoned and naked in the streets to be…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    He Loved Her

    He loved her the way the rain loves flowers.  He gave everything, pouring himself out for her until he hit the ground, broke apart and was devoured by her.  He did it to watch her grow, to see her beauty bloom and be a part of it.  “I have no grace or beauty.” He told her as his calloused hands with thick muscled palm pulled her to him by the shoulder so he could kiss her. “I just work and labor. I have my strength and skills and that’s all. I’m just a man.” She melted into him, softening her stance so his abrupt movements appeared fluid.  Her voice was…