This one is short. She loved him. He picked dandelions for her each day. Others scoffed. It didn’t matter. She loved him.
Tag: flashfiction
The Darkened Door
"You've been flirting with me since the day we met." Nora shook her head to refute his claim, but he ignored her and pressed on. "I know you want me. That night we all got together and …
Loudhailer
She wore lipstick, bright, like a ripe cherry. Her leg bounced as she flicked her toe back and forth. His eyes traced the line of that restless limb as it disappeared under the hem of her dress, …
To Mask Her Tears
“You know you want it baby.” She didn’t want it, but somehow those words ensnared her. Would others believe that she wanted it, despite her protestations? Would they think she made up the pain? Would they doubt …
Hungry Flames
Beside me fire licks up the side of a faux log, frantically trying to taste, to consume the wood. Those hungry tongues are encased in glass, forever locked in their futile quest. They burn passionately, driven to …
Among the Shadows
It started subtly: a tingling along the spine, a slight tremor, a few errant beats of her heart. At first, she didn’t notice the change. A little less fat on her already slim stomach. A bit more …
Tom
It wasn’t your typical abandoned house, which is probably why I agreed to this crazy idea. We inched up the staircase. Wild roses climbed over the patio railing and twined wildly, sending fronds questing between the fence …
Letter 4: hauntings of home
If you did, indeed, lose a part of yourself in the depths of space, then I have found it in my travels. It was drawn to me, drawn by the strength of my love for you and …
Tibetan Lemonade 