by Lynn Lipinski | Dec 19, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday
I am made of glass and icy tears flow in my veins where blood should be. He looks right through me at the new curtains and doesn’t see the hours of picking out the fabric, measuring and cutting, pinning and hemming. He doesn’t see me balanced on the stepladder with a...
by Lynn Lipinski | Dec 12, 2014 | Personal, Profiles
My father provided me with countless life lessons, many of which sunk into my head while I was pretending not to listen. I’ve written a previous blog on my favorite piece of his advice, the one about eating an elephant one bite at a time. In honor of the second...
by Lynn Lipinski | Dec 5, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
Alicia spouted business cliches with such earnestness that I had to wonder if she’d been living under a rock for 2o years. How could anyone in the year 2014 call for a paradigm shift or blame something on a perfect storm without a measure of irony at the sheer...
by Lynn Lipinski | Nov 14, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
The police helicopter’s spotlight bounced through layers of Southern California dust on my windshield to illuminate the Chevy’s dashboard. Hip-hop music nearly masked the scream of the police sirens behind me. I counted two news stations circling the...
by Lynn Lipinski | Nov 7, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
The portal had dissolved the hospital wall, but only Netta seemed to notice. The nurses flowed in and out of the room without so much as a glance at the garden that had materialized. Netta tried to get the night nurse to pluck her a flower from one of wild bushes on...
