by Lynn Lipinski | Sep 12, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
Doc Wimple loved to diagnose the curious fair goers who came to his traveling medicine show, and this show in Jamestown was no different, despite the heat and threat of rain. After quickly sizing up a teenage girl with eczema and a baby with colic, he focused on the...
by Lynn Lipinski | Sep 7, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
The tidy parlor smelled of decay and burning. Hand over her nose, Eustace scanned the floors, furniture and walls for the smell’s source. But the only disorder in her orderly room was the jumble of toys the twins left on the sofa. The boys were gone, but somehow she...
by Lynn Lipinski | Aug 29, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
She waved at me today. The girl in the straw hat and red skirt stood on the roof of the abandoned Tolliver lace factory. She looked like Audrey Hepburn going a garden party instead of the usual street kid looking for a place to squat. She saw me staring at her from my...
by Lynn Lipinski | Aug 22, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
Jacob led the line of second-graders into the east entrance after the first recess bell rang. Even on pizza day, the hallway smelled musty and sweet just as he remembered from his own school days — a nostalgic combination of floor cleaner, old books and pots of...
by Lynn Lipinski | Aug 15, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
The cameraman said “rolling” and the red light over the lens glowed. The blond antiques appraiser slid his mirrored compact into his pocket and looked at Howard expectantly. “What did you bring to the show today?” “Train set. My...
by Lynn Lipinski | Aug 8, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
The heavy bass pulsed through my skin, alchemizing my old bones to stretchy, strong muscle. I danced and whirled and spun and slid, my body melting like liquid into the music. Then, silence. Laughter and the sound of high heels on wood floors echoed off of the dance...