Tag: flash story

  • Consistent

    “If nothing else, at least you were consistent,” I said as Flynn drove away. “Consistent enough for me to know exactly what was going to happen today and prepare myself.”   I stopped muttering to myself as I noticed two teenagers give me a wide berth on the sidewalk. I smiled sweetly at them –…

  • Ashes to Ashes

    PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox  I knew from the moment I walked in, I would never leave and I would never eat anywhere else. Every meal was prepared right in front of my eyes with a smile and a nod. The chef and I never had a conversation as our languages were so diverse, so…

  • Hidden

    I had always been adept at the art of being able to hide.  To disappear. My proficiency at hiding in plain sight came about mainly because I had always been suspicious of other people.  My father had always been wary of others spying on our family and did everything in his power to pass along his…

  • Comfort and Lies

    All I wanted was the comfort of my own room.  My own place where I could be myself and not have to talk to anyone.  But I knew I wouldn’t have a room to myself anytime soon so I resigned myself to having to share.  At least I shared a room with Ashley and not…

  • The Wedding Dress

    The single photograph I had of my mother was from her wedding day.  And it was only of her.  Though I had no memories of my mother, the stories I had made up over the years about her childhood, college days and marriage to my father filled notebook upon notebook that I stashed on the…

  • The Family Business

    I never wanted to be part of the family business. But I knew I had to. My sense of duty overweighed my happiness. At least for the time being. I was being paid well and with a steal on mortgage rates, most of my paycheck went to my savings account. I was simply counting down…

  • The Laws of Attraction

    “I’m not sure when the attraction started, but once I realized, I fell hard and fast.  I couldn’t get enough and I didn’t know when to stop.  Or how to stop.”  I wanted to keep talking, but couldn’t figure out how to say exactly how I felt.  I thought if I told Bill exactly how…

  • Lady

    The bicycle I received on my sixth birthday was by far my favorite present I had ever gotten.  It was pink and white with a banana seat big enough for my sister and I to get to the park easily and quickly.  I had secretly named my bike Lady and when Sarah started calling her…

  • Handwritten

    The handwritten note got passed around the class and I wondered what everyone was laughing about.  I had gotten to class a few minutes late because I was hoping to get a word in with Cyrus only to find him engaged in a lip lock with Darcy the Cheerleader during passing period.  Darcy the Cheerleader…

  • Remarkable

    “Don’t tell me his story was fantastic.  Remarkable.  Amazing.  Going to win the prize.  You know he copied the entire story.  Or at least ninety percent of it.”  I sat staring at the email I desperately wanted to send to my English professor, but knew I would never do it.  I knew Garrett would win the…