Form: Flash Fiction

Gregory Wendell threw the voter guide onto the kitchen table and groaned. After reading it for the umpteenth time, he still wasn’t sure who to vote for. And today is election day.  He thought back over the last few weeks.…

Callan loved to watch documentaries of World War II, especially those about the Nazis and the Third Reich. He was fascinated by how Adolf Hitler and his criminal cohorts rose to power and deceived so many ordinary people. He wondered…

I grab my sign and flag and head for the front door, passing by my roommate Arnold sipping his coffee on the recliner. “So, Teddy, you’re going to that idiotic protest downtown with all the other woke libtards?” he smirks. …

Joe gazed out the window at the receding ground as the 787 Dreamliner soared into the blue Texas sky. They once called him a dreamer, but he didn’t feel like a dreamer today.  He was leaving the only home he…

The 30-year high school class reunion kicked off at 6:00 pm. Middle-aged classmates, many with receding hairlines, graying hair, etched lines, and heavier frames, brought their spouses and dates — though some came alone. They hugged, shook hands, patted backs,…

He walked the streets of Anytown USA, and nary a person saw him. He was there in plain sight for all to see, as real as anyone else, but he may as well have been invisible.   He moved along with…

Ben looked over the handlebars of his bike down the steep trail leading to the lake. He checked the tightness of the bungee cords that fastened his fishing rods and tackle box to the metal rack behind the saddle. He…

Amanda was pleased that her closest friends came for dinner tonight. She looked around the table at each one, their eyes reflecting the soft glow of the overhead crystal chandelier. She rose from her seat to fill the stemware with…

“Hey Jack, I found the map to Captain Kidd’s lost treasure, it’s buried on a tiny Caribbean island. Come with me, man, you’re really good at finding things like this.” “Sounds cool, bro, but I’ve got a family and a…

Teagan sighed as she leaned back in her office chair. She looked at her laptop’s blank screen, cursor blinking, mocking her—daring her to write something. Anything. She wondered why it was so hard to be a writer. Over the last…

The wind shrieked like a pack of hyenas circling their prey. Don looked out the patio door to see an army of white snowflake demons attacking the house. The worst winter snowstorm in a dozen years, they said. They didn’t…

As sure as my name is Ainsley Addison, I suspect I will live and die the life of a lonely man. Even my mother must have known, for my name is Scottish for “alone.” Not that I don’t deserve it,…

The clock on my living room wall is stuck at 3:51 and has been for the last three years. Did it stop in the morning or afternoon? I can’t tell. Month or day? I can’t tell. It’s an analog clock. …

Write what you know, they say. Write every day, they say. I think about “what I know” and today it doesn’t seem like much. I’ve lived a rather ordinary life, and I feel I have little to write about sometimes.…

Bobby graduated from high school in 1969, the very famous year that many called “The Year of Love.” He married his childhood sweetheart Claire one month later, and within a year, their little family numbered three. Then came another child,…