Ready for Freddy?

I reach forward and shut the music off before the calliope crashes to the ground again. I’ve been sitting here in my car, stalled, for almost an hour, listening to and pausing this crazy song over and over. This used to cheer me, an impossibly nonsensical koan. Merry-go-rounds, sneezing, wheezing, and tripping. Yet despite my… Continue reading Ready for Freddy?

Donated to Science

June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 17 Why did I drop that damn gun? Occasionally a few grains of coffee will get in my eyes or a splash of water from the fill tank. I have only the loosest perception of light through the white plastic enveloping me, enclosing my head. They say the brain has… Continue reading Donated to Science

Glitch Mendelsohn

June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 9 I hurry my pace and steal a glance behind me. Damn it. They’re still there, the three teenage boys following me. Again, I allowed myself to forget that I’m an eighteen-year-old girl. What is my name this time? The body might be 18, but its rider is much older.… Continue reading Glitch Mendelsohn

Papa

June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 3 Uncle Kenny never rises before noon on the camping trips. So far now, it’s just me, Cheryl, Adam, and dad, finishing our breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast. The cool air and the smokey smell usually make me feel giddy in the mornings. That isn’t the case this morning.… Continue reading Papa

Gamer

June 2022 Flash Challenge, Day 1 I glance again at the poster on the front wall. It hangs above the third of five large-screen monitors. Each gamer has a second screen that mirrors what is on their monitor. I swivel behind me and see three cameras sitting at the back of the room. If it… Continue reading Gamer

Reynaldo the Rat

Flash Fiction Challenge 100 – Day 66 His reactions were shock, followed by horror, then disgust – all in rapid succession. It wasn’t an enormous rat, nor was it small – if the man had to venture a guess, he would say the rat was average-sized. However, the thing that was not average was the… Continue reading Reynaldo the Rat

Monster

Flash Fiction Challenge 100 – Day 65 Monday – “Again, I’m sorry for snapping at you,” I say to Maria. She works with me at the spa where I give massages. “Uh-huh,” she says. I think she suspects something is up with me. I unloaded on her earlier. The funny thing is I don’t remember… Continue reading Monster

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

Esmeralda

FLASH Fiction Challenge 100 – Day 29 “You can have your money back; just please go,” the psychic says to me. Madame Esmeralda is more window dressing than even cynical ole me was expecting. Still, I wanted answers, so I was ready to try anything when I arrived here at their modest-sized storefront in North… Continue reading Esmeralda

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