Flash Fiction Story – A Chef’s Monkeys

Black and white image of three wise monkeys

Have you ever heard the expression – Not my circus, not my monkeys? It originated from Poland. But it applies to all races, genders, and distinct individuals. Meaning: Don’t drag me into your drama and issues – I… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Perfect Day To Die

rundown residential building for the poor

If I wasn’t poor, I would’ve paid a pretty price to have Mithoo killed. The drunkard swine has ruined his life and almost most of mine. It’s not so much his drinking. His money is his own to… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Laila Is Missing

black profile of young man against colorful background

‘She’s been missing for nine days now.’ The constable, too straight-faced for my comfort, scratched his chin. His black beard looked out of place on his puny face. ‘Why are you reporting this so late?’ He had a… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – My Humble Profession

Deserted and dirty market street

I watch people come and go. It’s not a hobby but my humble profession. This street has my name on it. Yes, there’s a painted sign on an electric pole. It introduces me and advertises my business. It’s… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – She’s Just Like Me

black and white back shot of father and daughter holding hands and walking

I’ve been told she’s just like me. The same wavy hair, heads as round as cantaloupes, almond shaped eyes oozing with chocolate brownness, concave noses, dimpled chins, oval faces. The only difference, I’m a grown-up man and she’s… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – The Perfect Blind Date

A woman's pair of hands holding a man's hand

I’ve been set up. No, not for a crime, but a date. A blind date. It’s not my usual thing. Actually, it’s not my thing at all. I’m not open to opening up. My thoughts and feelings aren’t… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Beep…beep…beep…

Heart rate monitor machine

Beep…beep…beep… I’m all alone. Day – night seem the same. I’m always engulfed by a sharp, white light. I still haven’t warmed up to this hospital bed. Home is a distant memory. One I dream about with my… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – A Pink Balloon

A child's blue sneakers and a pink balloon

She was there. And then she wasn’t. Ten seconds, and my world had changed, forever. The horror. No words can explain it. I shouldn’t have let go of her tiny hand. But she wanted a pink balloon. She… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – I Want Ketchup

fries and a bottle of ketchup

All I want is some ketchup. Nothing fancy. Just ketchup. You can’t eat fries without ketchup. It’s just not done. I ask the waitress one more time but rearrange my words for greater effect. ‘These fries look mighty… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Cheers To Me!

A man's arm holding a glass of whiskey

I’m the one who comes drunk to the party. But I never leave drunk. Why? Because I usually pass out midway. Yes, embarrassing. I doubt it’ll be any different today. Still at home, I’m four drinks down, the… Read More

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