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 – An Anniversary Gift

Two hikers standing on a mountain cliff

It’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… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – A Man’s Life

A black and white close-up of a handsome man's face

I’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,… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – The Village Bride

golden red bangles lying on a red wedding saree

Today I will be married, and the entire village is invited. Is that why my mother cries? I have seen her wet cheeks and swollen eyes. Yet she pretends it’s the dusty wind that bothers her. Is she… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Hell Is A Typo

Ghost in a white sheet sitting in an eerie room

‘Hold on. I can’t find my glasses.’ I was blind without them. ‘You’re dead. You don’t need them.’ He had a point. But I was so used to wearing them. Felt naked without them. ‘You’re already naked.’ He… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Butt-Kisser

A ripe peach

Swamy was the perfect example of a pleaser. In not so kind words, he was a butt-kisser. If his lips could find a noble behind, they were ready to do the job. He started out young. At home,… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – No Photographs Please

Antique camera with a bright flash

A picture says a thousand words. I refuse to believe that horrid idiom. My picture says only one: ugly. Looks aren’t the problem here. I’m quite handsome for a man with thirty-two years behind him. Black hair, a… Read More

Cowards Don’t Die

Used bullet shells lying in ash

A coward can never be a hero. I am that coward. They carried me home upon their shoulders. If only they knew the truth. But a dead man cannot speak, and I would never reveal what really happened…. Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Birthday Wish

Chocolate birthday cake with lighted candles

Every wish he had ever made had come true. He could be lying, but it served him no purpose. Eleven birthdays together, eleven beautiful cakes, eleven selfish wishes. Eleven reasons for me to believe that it wouldn’t be… Read More

Flash Fiction Story – Creature of Greed

Hanging rope with a noose

I’m a man of many mistakes. Some small, some so vile that I struggle to hide in their indecent shadows. I was born just like you. What’s that word? Yeah, innocent. I hate that word. It’s the biggest… Read More

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