Fish have short memories. And in the time that it’s taken for my entire life to come crashing to the ground, these cold-blooded creatures have lived a thousand happy lives…
Browsing Category Flash Fiction
The Popsicle Or The Rope
“You’ll never catch me alive!”
A whooping noise, accompanied by a gush of air by my cheek stopped me in my revelry.
“Aha!”
The Foxes Den
When the men started building the mine, it was so far away from the foxes den. The foxes could hear as the trees tumbled to the forest floor, but they never had to worry about getting caught in the wreckage.
Dead For Good
I waited for him at that same coffee table every day, and pictured all of the things I’d say to him. “Were you expecting me?” … “fancy seeing you here,” or, “Yes. I’m alive.”
Train Tracks
“Hey, let’s walk on the tracks.” Yolanda headed down the hill.
She and Jimmy balanced on the rails.
Dripping Gold
I could smell spices carried by steam. They wafted through the metal grate. It couldn’t be far from here, and I was almost at my destination.
Relics of the Past
The old man folded the pages, careful to crease them at just the right angle. He held his thumb to the flame, letting the heat lick at his fingertips, then pressed them to the paper, sealing the fold into a pocket.
Stepping-Stones
The mossy stones peeked out of the river like spines from a serpent’s back. Allison took a tentative step, trying to find solid footing on the first stone.