by Lynn Lipinski | Oct 3, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Los Angeles, Writing
Ashley and Calvin stood behind their orange shopping cart, arms touching but eyes fixed on their smart phones as they waited for the one Big Lots cashier to work her way through a line of 20 customers. “That candy corn display has me thinking,” Ashley said....
by Lynn Lipinski | Sep 26, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
Safety reasons. That was what I told everyone at Gunslingers firing range that morning when they asked why I wanted to learn how to shoot a gun. It was a lie. Julianne and I were there to meet men, but saying that out loud makes you look desperate. Saying we needed...
by Lynn Lipinski | Sep 19, 2014 | Flash Fiction Friday, Los Angeles, Writing
The normals abandoned the park to the squirrels and the homeless that white hot afternoon. They retreated to air-conditioned hinterlands with their fancy red headphones and silly dogs and trilling smart phones and neon sneakers, and left in their wake an easy and...
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 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...