by Lynn Lipinski | Feb 6, 2015 | Flash Fiction Friday
Bradlee felt thick with lack of sleep. Her body was moving at the speed of sludge and her mind couldn’t keep up even with that. Her keys should have been on the counter by the door, but they weren’t. Merry babbled in her baby carrier, her hands bouncing in...
by Lynn Lipinski | Jan 30, 2015 | Flash Fiction Friday
They called them points for a reason, Marlene thought, because that’s how you keep score in a fight. And without the score, how do you know who won? Her husband Carlos kept score by how he felt. The fights made Marlene feel safer and more in control, which was...
by Lynn Lipinski | Jan 23, 2015 | Flash Fiction Friday
Mark made it halfway through the first day of his construction job before deciding he wouldn’t make it back the next day. Not because Joe would fire him. Joe was the owner of a construction company and a good guy who saw Mark panhandling outside the diner two...
by Lynn Lipinski | Jan 16, 2015 | Flash Fiction Friday
Bigfoot tapped the microphone set on the table in front of him. “Testing, testing,” he said, his voice low and guttural. The sound guy shook his head and rushed over to fiddle with the dials and wires of the audio set-up for the hastily arranged press conference. The...
by Lynn Lipinski | Jan 9, 2015 | Flash Fiction Friday
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...
by Lynn Lipinski | Jan 2, 2015 | Flash Fiction Friday
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 the...