Posts Tagged ‘flash fiction’

another day

Posted: March 15, 2012 in Fiction
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Jimmy sat on the bench in Union Square, his bench, keeping alert. He could spot them streaming through the park – the suburbanites hustling to make their escape from gray reality of the city to the warm, muted colors of home. He’d always pick out a few who would toss (more…)

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at the stairs

Posted: December 28, 2011 in Fiction
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She said meet her at the stairs. Meet after the bars closed, after the last street wanderers slipped away into the night.

She said meet her at the stairs. Meet at the only place in this pitiful excuse of a city that reminds her of that romantic European spot, the place it started all those years ago.

She said (more…)

At 1:15 a.m. the streets all look the same. She took the glass offered by…what was his name? Ken? Carl? It didn’t really matter. All that mattered was she was drinking a Cosmo while riding in a limo through Manhattan on her 21st birthday. The world outside passed like disjointed scenes from a movie.

She felt bad ditching her friends at the club, but (more…)

trapeze artist

Posted: October 21, 2011 in Fiction
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Note: This was written a few years ago as a project for Utata.

The barren land stretches before him like a benediction. Gonzalez’s voice fills his head, tense and straddling the fine line between a plea and a reprimand. “You have to pull up, Captain! We’re coming in too low!” He ignores the warning. He knows exactly what to do and when to do it. Too soon and radar will flag them. Too late and they will be caught in a thermal wave. The timing must be perfect. That’s the thrill of it! (more…)

they will never know

Posted: September 15, 2011 in Fiction
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I read minds. It is one of my more brilliant talents, but no one here in the square knows that. They notice me, but I’m a passing consideration, almost invisible. Young or old, makes no difference. They see an old man eating chips in the Durham Markets and this fleeting thought comes to them: “Poor sod. Spends his days watching the world pass by. How sad and pathetic.” For that brief instant the young can’t hide their mocking scorn as easily as the older ones mask their pity. A long forgotten man, probably worked the mills, set out to pasture. That’s what they (more…)

“Linda.”

Not now, not right when my show is coming on. Maybe if I pretend I don’t hear him, the meds will (more…)