The pumpkin was simple, yet unique. Not your average shade of tangerine orange. More of a rich honey color. Three faint kelly green stripes bled from the stem, reaching halfway down one side. The shape was mostly round, a small bulge the size of a fist near the top. Perfectly normal for carving a perfectly… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Perfect Pumpkin
Flash Fiction Friday: Bathtime
“Do I have to take a bath?” Lydia clutched her stuffed teddy close to her chest. Her mother tested the feel of the bathwater and shut off the faucet. “Of course. Tomorrow’s a big day. You can’t be stinky.” She tweaked Lydia on her nose. Lydia refused to smile. “But Mommy, what about the drain?… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: Bathtime
Flash Fiction Friday: No Trespassing
No Trespassing. Mary Ann read the words allowed as she and her three friends stood on the sidewalk outside the abandoned, dilapidated Cape Cod. “So, the old witch finally died,” Sammy said. At thirteen, he was the oldest of the group. Sarah crossed her arms. “Oh posh, Sammy. She was just an old lady. Weirdly… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: No Trespassing
Flash Fiction Friday: The Daily News
"That kid brags all the time. There's no way he can do magic." Tony kicked at a stone with his worn Converse, one shoe-lace untied. True. Ryan Jenkins did brag about everything, most of which were obvious lies. Still... My teeth dug tight into my lip as I fought to stay silent. Could I trust… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: The Daily News
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