Category Archives: Flash Fiction
Growing Old
It’s a creaky, old house; low ceilings, uneven floors, not a speck of insulation, but I call it home. I will be here for many years, not because I have to, but because I want to. Not because I don’t … Continue reading
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Tagged Daily post, Daily Post Challenge, growing old
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My Last Sixteen Hours, 2:00PM – 8:00PM
Part 1: My Last Sixteen Hours, 8:00AM – 2:00PM 2:00 PM Sissy left me quicker than sand through a sieve. Don’t recall Ole Gus coming for her. Guess maybe I fell asleep. I do that. Sleep is my best friend. Ain’t … Continue reading
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Tagged death penalty, fiction, Flash Fiction, Short story
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My Last Sixteen Hours, 8:00AM – 2:00PM
8:00 AM It’s never all the way dark in here. Like they’s worried bout what we’ll do without the light. Like it could be any worse than what we done out there. Think every one of us murdered somebody. I … Continue reading
Posted in Dark Fiction, Flash Fiction, Sad story, Uncategorized
Tagged Flash Fiction, writing
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Good Girl
GOOD GIRL “There’s not much more I can do.” The snap of his latex gloves emphasizes his conclusion. Her brown eyes, cloudy and sad, tell me it’s okay to let her go. “We’ve had a good run,” she seems to … Continue reading
Daily Prompt: Candid
My voice is a weapon, my words bullets against your guns. via Daily Prompt: Candid
Posted in Daily post, Daily Post Challenge, Diversity, equality, politics
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Exist to Resist
For fuck’s sake. His embrace of the Women’s March feels like the purvy cousin who used to watch us play in the sprinklers when we were kids while he chain-smoked and drank Keystone Light. Ugh. Does he think we marched because of how … Continue reading
OVERUSED PHRASES USED ON THE NEWS
Tweetstorm. For some reason, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum come to mind. I’m thinking Trump and Kim Jong-un. They have similar silhouettes. And haircuts (because they are weird.) A lot to unpack. With so much unpacking they could have traveled … Continue reading
Three Squeezes
Three squeezes. I give her finger three squeezes, my tiny, hand not big enough to reach across her palm. It’s an unspoken caress in a household full of distance and cold words. Her digits are firm, strong, and confident, just … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Love story, Microfiction, Sad story, Uncategorized
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Political Crack Undone
I cried when I awoke to the fact that donald will be president. I refuse to call him president-elect. I refuse to use his surname. He doesn’t dignify capitalization of his first name. When he does something I can back, … Continue reading
Posted in politics, Retrospective, Uncategorized
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Little River Dog
This is fiction. For now. River has cancer, so much cancer, but for now she seems happy and healthy but the lump on her throat is growing. She’s the love of my life. She’s been gone for three days now. … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Love story, Uncategorized
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Angela L. Lindseth 