Flash Fiction Story – Come To Me
Reading Time: 2 minutesCome to me.
You’re a man in need.
Shh…be quiet. No one must know.
Your secrets are safe with me. They’ll never see the light of day.
Leave behind your name and age. Everything looks the same in the darkness.
You want to speak. I’ve heard too many tales. Let me drink from your lips till you’re empty. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – Forsaken By God
Reading Time: 2 minutesWhat do you call a man who has seen the turn of two centuries?
Old?
I’d say CURSED!
Forsaken by God.
Left behind to confront boredom, encounter misery, suffer the pathetic complexities of a stagnant life.
My name is Veda Paul and I’m 117 years old. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – A Chef’s Monkeys
Reading Time: 2 minutesHave 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 won’t be involved.
However, this isn’t the case with me.
My apartment building is my circus and most of its residents my monkeys. This isn’t by choice, but compulsion. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – Perfect Day To Die
Reading Time: 2 minutesIf 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 waste.
It’s the daily drama that follows.
We live like rats packed into drainpipes, one atop another, not breathing, but inhaling desperation.
Those pouches of liquor, I smell them on his breath and in the stale air around me. Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – Laila Is Missing
Reading Time: 2 minutes‘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 point. But my point was stronger.
‘I thought she’d come back. She always does.’
We were even now and could proceed forward.
‘She’s usually back by the seventh day. But I waited for two more.’ Keep On Reading!
Flash Fiction Story – My Humble Profession
Reading Time: 2 minutesI 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 not the work I wish to do, but then how many have fun while earning a living?
I’m here from dawn to dusk, every day, all year round. Even sickness isn’t an excuse for not showing up. Keep On Reading!
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!
