Flash Fiction

Amelia, a perfectionist, was crushed, bitterly disappointed, devastated. Depressed, she likened her failure to the cliché “snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.” She had been confident that this time – finally – she would achieve her aim. A lover of literature and retired after a successful career as a lawyer, she aspired to write and took a series of workshops in fiction.

He had waited all week to meet her, and now the time had come.  The dinner reservations were made, he was shaved, his hair shampooed and carefully messed. This was his first date in over a year and his approaching fiftieth birthday scared him; he was ready, finally. Her blond hair glowed in the evening light and lay softly on her bare, pearly shoulders, revealing her thirty-something years.

I knew that it was against the rules.  I promised my wife, Janice, that I would honor our mutual pledge “til death do us part.”

I am an honest man and do not break promises made in good conscience.  But there I was, 400 miles from home with Janice waiting faithfully for my return.  I had no doubts that she honors our pledge; I would never question it. Janice is completely trustworthy.  But Janice is not a man and has different needs. [Keep reading ...]

He was ravenously hungry and couldn’t wait for dinner. He had been nauseous yesterday and ate almost nothing, which was extremely irregular for him.  Usually he devoured all, leaving not a morsel.  Of all his friends, he was also the fastest eater. [Keep reading...]

My first foray into Flash Fiction is a meditation on friendship. A good buddy will outlast a flash in the pan – and that ain't no fiction....

Jimbo and Stephen remained close, with three legs and a common spirit between them. [Keep reading...]