Tag: flash story

  • 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…

  • Muggy

    The entrance hall was muggy as if the front door had been left open all night long.  The front door I knew I had locked before I went to sleep.  I knew what it was like to have a stranger come into the house in the middle of the night.  I have never quite gotten over the…

  • The Window

    “We don’t have any windows.  How do we not have any windows?”  I took a deep breath and tried to calm my beating heart.  I was claustrophobic and if there weren’t windows in the hotel room, the walls started closing in.  “I was told there were windows,” Jeff said sensing my anxiety.  He gently took my arm and led…

  • Running

    “Was she running?  Like actually running?  Again?  How did she look?  What -” Martin interrupted me.  “Take a deep breath.  What question do you want me to answer first?”  Martin poured another glass of iced tea and smiled.   “Tell me everything.  I just can’t believe she is running again.”  I ran my fingers through my hair, not…

  • Rebrush

    “There’s a whole song for it.  And I can’t believe you have never heard it before.”  “Have I ever heard a love song before?  Of course I have.”  Zachary rebrushed his hair to his original cut and brush.  The fact he was still brushing and rebrushing his hair after thirty minutes meant he was just delaying his leaving time.  I knew…

  • Shake It Up

    “I intend to shake things up,” my roommate said.  “No one is going to be able to stop me when I get everything started.”  Mallory did a little dance as she tried to pump herself up.  She was performing  at her first open mic night and reading some of her poetry.  It was her chance for a…

  • Supplies

    “Go ahead and order all the supplies you think you are going to need and once they come in…” Carter talked to me without even looking in my direction.  I could tell he didn’t really understand what I was doing on my project or he probably never would have approved.  The project included lots of painting small…

  • Working Up To It

    “He’s obviously working up to it,” I thought as I watched Dylan from across the cafeteria.  He was working up the courage to sit at the same table as Josiah and Mark.  They were in the middle table of the cafeteria which was one of the most coveted tables in the lunch room.  I had started to wave…

  • The Joke

    “He thinks I’m the joke,” I said to the mirror.  “He will soon find out that I’m not the joke he thinks I am.  Soon the joke will be on him.”  I gathered up my clothes and my school books and headed toward my car.  Harry had broken up with me the day before and had…

  • Updates

    “Call me when you get there.  Or at least send a text so we have some idea of what is going on and that you’re all right.”  I couldn’t believe my aunt.  Literally couldn’t believe her.  My mom and I were heading back to our house after spending the last two days helping my aunt pack…