Flash Fiction Story – She’s Just Like Me
Reading Time: 2 minutesI’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 a tiny four-year-old.
Even her laugh echoes mine, wild and chaotic.
When she walks, her legs move in a rhythmic pattern of long strides. Just like her daddy’s. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – The Perfect Blind Date
Reading Time: 2 minutesI’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 an exhibit to be stared at. I’ve been around for more than two decades. A scanty two hours can never justify my uniqueness. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – Beep…beep…beep…
Reading Time: 2 minutesBeep…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 eyes open and closed. It seems cheerier than I knew it to be. Maybe time has blurred the sadness. Perhaps my present is bleaker. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – A Pink Balloon
Reading Time: 2 minutesShe 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 was right next to me. Her pink dress visible in the corner of my eye. I’m a mother, I’m supposed to have hawk-eyed vision. I must have blinked too hard, or maybe the balloon man stole too much of my attention. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – I Want Ketchup
Reading Time: 2 minutesAll 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 lonely. How about some ketchup? Please.’
The ‘please’ is an afterthought. Her answer makes me want to take it back. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – Cheers To Me!
Reading Time: 2 minutesI’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 fifth almost done, the sixth is coming with me. My driver honks furiously. I slip into the backseat, my cologne more pungent than my breath. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – My Sweetest Enemy
Reading Time: 2 minutesGet up and leave!
My mind screams, over and over. Otherwise, silent and poised, no one can tell I’m crumbling inside. It’s been months, maybe over a year. I thought time had done its job, healed me, rid me of the demons. But one look, and I’m defeated.
Is it so easy to destroy willpower? Tear it up into tiny pieces and watch it blow away.
But who would I ask? Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – Taken Hostage Again
Reading Time: 2 minutesThirty years of life and I’ve been taken hostage – twice.
The first time, my mind was the culprit. The doctor said it was paranoia. I didn’t leave my home, convinced someone (or something) might murder me. Or even worse…
I spoke to no one. But the voices came for me. The shadows, the furniture, the walls, doors and windows, the conniving wind. They sang to me, repeating my name, promising to ruin me. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – An Anniversary Gift
Reading Time: 2 minutesIt’s hard to have happy thoughts when you know that you’re dying. Also, I still haven’t gotten over my wife’s death. She fell off a cliff four days ago, plunging to her death. She couldn’t have survived. I would’ve fell with her, but my leg got stuck in a tree branch. The tree isn’t too big. More of a lone freak growing from the side of a rocky mountain. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – A Man’s Life
Reading Time: 2 minutesI’m an honorable man. I live a respectable life. I love myself.
These words are not my own thinking. I have bought them at a hefty price. Psychiatrists will never be affordable. They rob you of your money, pretending to gift you priceless thoughts. I stand in front of the mirror repeating these redundant lines. Keep On Reading!
