Tag: flash story

  • Can’t Be Bothered

    “Miranda can’t be bothered and I mean to find out why.  Why is she gone all the time and why doesn’t she ever show up for work?  Something has to be going on at home, but if she doesn’t talk to anyone while she is here, how are we supposed to get anything done?”  Jessica set the…

  • The Song

    “I never liked that song,” I said as Ian led me toward the door.  His steady hand on my arm reminded me that I was safe and in good hands.  I had suffered through several relationships over the years only to come through to meet Ian.  There was Brian who I thought I was ready…

  • Matters

    “Keep your mind on your matters,” I read the email out loud.  “Do I really want to keep my mind of my own matters?”  I stood up as I closed my laptop and started pacing in my closet office.  My life was based on knowing what everyone around me was doing on how they were doing. …

  • The Sword

    “That’s the sword,” I whispered.  “The sword that changed everything.  The sword we all own our lives to.”  As I looked at Marty, I saw that Marty had already fallen asleep.  He usually made it through the story so he could talk about the sword, but today had been a hard day.  Today was the…

  • Late Night Calls

    “If you wake me again tonight, I won’t mind.  I won’t mind at all,” I whispered to Robert.  “I don’t mind at all.”  I heard my husband grumbling behind me about not getting enough sleep, but I ignored him.  It’s not like he ever got up in the middle of the night to help.   I said good night and…

  • The Boyfriend

    “Why did you go to his house?  You swore to me you would never go back.”  I paced in the front hallway as McKenzie slowly took her gloves and jacket off.  I knew she had been at Kevin’s house whether she would admit it or not.  The scent of his bitter cologne wafted toward me…

  • Bacon

    “Did they find the bacon?”  I asked beginning to panic.  If the bacon didn’t appear soon, the entire brunch would be ruined.  And if the brunch was ruined, so was I.  I couldn’t recover from another failed brunch – mentally or financially.  When I finally got the nerve to look toward the front door, I could see…

  • Dead To Me

    “He’s dead to me,” I said to Julia.  “I never want to talk about him again.”  I fluffed up my pillow and lay back down onto my sleeping bag.  My head nearly hit the ground as my pillow was basically my sweatshirt smashed inside my sleeping bag’s bag.  “He literally hasn’t done anything wrong,” Julia said.  She pulled her two…

  • Dreaming My Life Away

    “I told you dreaming would do you no good.  It will do nothing.  Your life is here,” my father kicked the soil and I hoped he didn’t move the seeds I had so carefully planted.  “I know what you have said, but I can’t stop.  I don’t know what I am supposed to do when…

  • Disgrace

    “He is a disgrace of a man.”  I sat up straighter as my mother-in-law talked again about my husband.  I knew snapping back at her wouldn’t work, I had snapped back before and she had simply left.  I needed to be able to draw out as much information from her as I could.  I knew she was just trying…