Flash Fiction Story – Forsaken By God
What 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… Read More
Flash Fiction Story – A Chef’s 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
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
‘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
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
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
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…
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
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
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
