“You think I don’t trust you? Unbelievable. I can’t believe you sometimes, Laura,” Liza says, dropping to her knees. She opens her fanny pack and fishes for something from its dark nylon depths. She stands up, holding the scarf. Oh no. Not this again. “Liza, the race is about to start. Can we put a… Continue reading Running Blind
Category: shared moment
Manila Folder
The Subaru screeches onto the top level of parking garage B-8. It pulls to the far end of the structure and parks near the elevators. The report slides to the far-right end of the dashboard. An Aldi’s flyer slides on top of the manila folder. The report enjoyed the slide but was perturbed to find… Continue reading Manila Folder
Is this Heaven?
That woman ahead looks so familiar. It’s a humid morning, Sweat drips down the side of my face. I’m carrying my backpack though, so I’m getting a bit of a workout during my walk. It took me ten minutes, but I finally overtook the woman walking the two dogs. She was tall and slender, wearing… Continue reading Is this Heaven?
Red Bike
June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 26 I can still recall the day I first saw her bike. It was a deep red Trek that was, in her words, “not too girly.” Classic Nikky. She was one of a kind. I remember entering the Starbucks and having one of the kindest, most beautiful people I’ve ever… Continue reading Red Bike
Back Door
Flash Fiction Challenge 100 – Day 49 At first, the two men enjoyed their alarm system. They would playfully mimic its sonorous announcements. “Front door,” the simulated female voice would announce in its pleasing if robotic voice. Then one of them, Greg or Andy, would parrot back “Front door,” and both men would laugh at… Continue reading Back Door
Shrinking
Flash Fiction Challenge 100 – Day 47 “Excuse me, but do you have these in a larger size?” I don’t know why I’m asking; I already know they don’t. And I knew this day was coming. The salesperson takes the box of shoe lifts from me. She studies the back of the box; she’s just… Continue reading Shrinking
The Last Sunset at Depot Bay
I look up from my phone; I want to witness every minute of this, the last sunset at Depot Bay. Well, technically, the sun will still set again tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. As I like to tell Liza, the sun never really sets at all! The earth spins and… Continue reading The Last Sunset at Depot Bay
Apple Communion
My daughter walks over to me. I’m still lying in our hammock. When she reaches me, I slide over and sit in the hammock sideways, gesture with a head nod, wordlessly asking her if she wants to join me. She doesn’t of course. This is how it starts. It’s always the same. She walks over,… Continue reading Apple Communion
Stories by Shawn 