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Flash Fiction Friday
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Fiction in a minute: Je suis Charlie

Robert had gone slack-jawed and moody from watching the news coverage of the shootings at a satirical magazine offices just a few kilometers from the apartment he shared with Cybille. The shaky footage shot by a passerby who heard cries of “Allah Akbar!” then the horrible rat-ta-tat-tat of automatic weapons …

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Flash Fiction Friday

Fiction in a minute: Warning

My phone blared a low-pitched tone that woke me up faster than reveille ever did when I was in the Army. The clock said three eleven a.m. I rubbed the sleep crust out of my eyes and made myself focus on my surroundings. Light from the full moon slipped through …

Flash Fiction Friday
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Fiction in a minute: Starling

She was already late to work for a job she did not love. Stress thrummed in her head like smoke-colored static, focusing her attention inward. The static muted the pleasures of her favorite song on the radio, of the plop of raindrops on the windshield, of the friction of tires …

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Fiction in a minute: Breaking glass

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 …

Personal
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Lessons from my father

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 anniversary of …

Flash Fiction Friday
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Fiction in a minute: Right-size

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 overuse of the …

Flash Fiction Friday
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Fiction in a minute: Abandoned shoe

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 orange-streaked evening sky above me. High-speed chase alerts were breaking news in this …

Flash Fiction Friday
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Fiction in a minute: Sparrow

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 the edge …

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Fiction in a minute: Halloween Run

Kelly hopped up the curb and onto the dusty path that ringed North Hollywood Park. The loop was just under a mile, and she figured she could get two laps in before dusk dissolved to night and burn enough calories to enjoy at least some of her son’s Halloween candy. Ahead, …

Flash Fiction Friday
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Fiction in a minute: Haunted

The man in the Edgar Allen Poe tshirt wasn’t acting. He was actually bleeding to death on the grounds of Minta Deek’s Haunted Playground. But the drunken revelers ignored the moans and gurgles escaping from his slit throat. One even stepped over him and then called his performance “inauthentic.”  Everyone’s …