Category: Flash Fiction

It was going to be a beautiful spring Sunday, which meant Jack knew for sure what he’d be up to. A big breakfast at home,…

The young maple had grown into a thick and hulking steward of the old graveyard. Its trunk bulged around the carving, and Coy could barely…

“Oh no!” Jamie was standing at the side of the refrigerator, pointing to the calendar. “What is it dear?” Betty hurried into the kitchen, gripping…

It was the shrill call of a dipper. That’s what woke Heather on the twentieth morning after Wesley left on his hunting trip. She recognized…

The work was done before sunrise. It was going to be a warm late spring day. By the time Sloan road in on the first…

“What’s that on your finger?” The little boy pointed at Mamie’s hand. Something about him seemed familiar. She looked down at the loop of red…

They called him the Looting Lothario because of the way he swept into women’s lives, swept them off their feet, and then swept away their…

“I know you like the back of my hand.” It had been Bart’s favorite saying, his way of letting Pete know who was boss. He…

It had been a cold and rainy day the last time Steve set foot on the Lincoln High School baseball diamond. He was the star…

It was a good piece of land, a mix of pasture and woods. It was a place they could set down roots. “Where’s the house?”…