Mike

Flash Fiction Challenge 100 – Day 63 The injected serum doesn’t knock me out; it merely renders me temporarily paralyzed. One Week Ago, Tuesday “No, not Sherrie. Cheryl, with a ‘C?’” I say. “You have seen no clients named Sherrie or Cheryl this year,” Chrissy says. I’m getting mad. Chrissy sees my mood turning. “Here,… Continue reading Mike

Possession

Flash Fiction Challenge 100 – Day 45 It started with the damn tea! I’m sure of it. I’ve not felt the same since I drank the mysterious tea at the Chinese restaurant two weeks ago. Now maybe the two things are not causally related, but I seriously doubt it! I drink the strange tasting tea… Continue reading Possession

Retest

A plague doc performs a retest Flash Fiction Challenge 100 – Day 35 March 28, 2031 Everything I needed to know for doing my job was summarized for me on my first day in about ten seconds. A white chalk square meant no-go; the diagonal slash of viridian meant the household was clean. Administering the… Continue reading Retest

Monolith 2

FLASH Fiction Challenge 100 — Day 24 The monolith had always stood there. When the heavens and earth formed, it was already there. As soon as there was light, the first thing illuminated was the monolith. When the continents began slowly sliding apart from each other, they slid around the black stone monolith. It was… Continue reading Monolith 2

Monolith

FLASH Fiction Challenge 100 – Day 23 I think on some level, I knew I was dreaming when I first dreamt of the monolith. But it doesn’t matter because the dream pointed me towards something true. In the garden of Eden, the tree of forbidden fruit gave Adam and Eve knowledge of both good and… Continue reading Monolith

By the Red Chair

“The fabric on that chair is red and blotchy,” I say. She ignores me of course. She’s ignored me since I first kneeled down here at her feet I don’t know how long ago. It’s been a while I’m certain of that much. It feels like hours, maybe longer. The whole time she’s has cried.… Continue reading By the Red Chair

Red or Black

(a dream) Which is negative, red or black? Had they actually asked him that? The twine is already starting to cut off the circulation and feeling in his hands and so Stephen isn’t sure. He hasn’t been sure of anything, not since Prague. I hope they didn’t grab her. The dark olive uniformed men (who… Continue reading Red or Black