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Archive for Flash fiction
Another Life
Even as his brother’s HDTV boomed from the basement, Darren Wang felt alone. His own room was modest: a bed, a computer, a shelf full of books. Since high school, he dreamed of breaking in as a crime writer but had more success with poetry. His brother David, meanwhile, made $140 an hour as a computer programmer, which was the reason Darren had a place to live while “honing his craft.”
Ass Shot
“You stay here. I’ll get the shit.â€
“No way,†She says. “You ain’t goin up there alone.â€
“Fuck I ain’t,†I tell her. “You ain’t gonna risk it neither.â€
Hate Crime
I don’t care for people who abuse children. People who abuse children are not among my favorite kinds of people.
Savior Self
The usual collection of tale mongers had their tongues in hyper overdrive when Randall Weeks walked into Sid’s Diner. He weaved his way through the chatter, sitting down in his regular spot, just as Sid’s wife, Ruby, placed a cup of coffee on the counter in front of him.
“What’s got everyone in an uproar today?” asked Randall, shaking a cigarette out of his pack. Flicking his lighter, he watched the flame torch the end, then grinned as he saw Sid clutch his stomach and run to the men’s room.
Without You
“There’s Hope in one mile,†he said.
“I’m not going to make it.†She leaned over and retched on the carpet. “Sorry about the car.â€
Chill in the Neck
I’m sure you know the feeling…the chill in the neck when you glance over your shoulder and realize you’re being followed. When no matter how many side alleys you turn into and how much you speed up or slow down, the same shady silhouette remains forty feet or so behind.
Cracking Eggs
“That’s when I realised that if I didn’t kill her, someone else would. And I couldn’t let that happen.”
Jack’s jaw dropped. “You killed her?”
Ubiquitous
One shot, center mass, and down he went.
Just in the last three years, I’d been forced to move five times as police department after police department switched to voiceless dispatching. Although my equipment was top of the line, it still couldn’t intercept communications sent out over secure IP networks.
A Matter of Taste
“…so Billy says, ‘But Mommy, I came straight home!’ Then in the next panel here he draws this dotted line showing all the places Billy went to on his way home! See, he stops at the playground, runs through the sprinkler over here, plays with a dog…” Ralph chuckled softly at the newspaper funny pages and wiped a small tear from the corner of his eye.