“Fortunately we got to her in time, you know, before the blaze could spread,” Jessica said.
Tag: flash fiction
For how many more years will you host the birthday pool party with the pizza and the cake from the grocery store . . .
As one of the more common breeds of spineless parents I am a huge fan of giving in the demands of my two-year-old. She’s an F5 cyclone of a girl full of wildly fluctuating emotions and I’m the house made out of straw.
That gesture, that tightening of the hand, such a simple thing, simple but it reassures me.
“Let’s not think about it,” was what he kept telling her. She knew he might kill her. She knew too much.
Retirement day. Those words had resonated over my career, if you could even call it that . . .
The moon rose this night as it had done in the days, months, and years before, as it would tomorrow and the night after that if life remained, but this night was different.
I’d been in Stateline for four days, trying to find a coke dealer named Daniel Fowler. He was the reason my friend Powell was headed to San Quentin, or so I’d been told.
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