Tag: Flash Fiction Writer

Widowing Alpheus Williams

She wants out. Tells him so. He loves her too much. She belongs to him. If she leaves, he’ll track her down. Kill her. Tells her more than once. She believes him. *          *          * Two years of abuse. A slow ruthless awakening leaves her nights staring at the ceiling listening to his ragged breath

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What If A Leopard Could Change Its Spots? by Hannah Storm

She’s flicking through one of those animal encyclopaedias, the kind you get heavily discounted in the run up to Christmas, and then even cheaper before New Year, the kind nobody is ever going to pay full price for. ‘Do you think I should keep this one, Mum?’ she asks. ‘I mean, it was a present.

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The Almost Mothers by Laura Besley

It’s hard to be a mother. You don’t really study for it. You can’t tell people: I have BA in mothering with honours. That might be why some mothers feel so inadequate. Or why some others feel the need to get validation from others. Or why some fall apart. No book or NCT course will

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Papier-mâché by Michael Loveday

Peggy longs to be elsewhere. Today, even Charmaine, her WorkSolutions adviser, seems bored. Or if not bored then fatalistic: she’s picking at her earlobes and examining the flakes of skin on the tip of her finger. They are meeting not at Charmaine’s offices, but at the neutral territory of West Herts College, because the WorkSolutions

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Our Alexandro by Timothy Boudreau

The second time Gina Oleson falls for the fiancé scam, Jenny isn’t as understanding.  A fiancé in Greece who needs help financing a business purchase?  A texted image of a check from the Bank of England for three million Euros?  Poor Gina lives in a crap Westfield, New Hampshire apartment with her elderly cousin, doesn’t

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Lynette by Sterling Warner

An exceptional woman, Lynette managed to convince everyone that “better judgment” was a concept predicated in nonsense. She knew how to have fun. That’s her—over there with the tie-dye shawl, kicking it up at the beach with her typical aplomb. She’d be the first to remove her bra, climb on a stranger’s shoulders “piggy-back,” and

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Gumdrops, Glue, Powdered Sugar by Timothy Boudreau

“There it is,” William said when Cheryl got home, pushing the gingerbread house toward her across the kitchen counter.  “We made it at the Managers’ Meeting.” Cheryl slid off her boots and hung up her jacket.  “Wish I had a job like that.” “It’s team building.” “Looks pretty good though.” “You should’ve seen Dan’s,” William

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Day 29: All The Trimmings by Stephen Ground

On the 29th Day of Christmas Stephen Ground gave to me… The night they brought Billy home, Matt couldn’t sleep. Not unusual – Christmas at work was stressful, and he drank too much coffee – but when Martha woke to feed Billy at two, four, and six, Matt was watching Home Alone on repeat in

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Day 28: Déjà Vu by Sherri Turner

On the 28th Day of Christmas Sherri Turner gave to me… It all seemed so familiar: the bushy tree, the presents wrapped in red and gold, the twinkling fairy lights. Holly laughed. Of course it did. Kevin always picked the fattest tree, he knew she loved red and gold and they’d had those lights for

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Sunday Best by Hannah Storm

I remember every Monday, the soft scent of soap, bubbles filling the air in your laundry room, clothes hanging from the line that grandpa fixed from one wall to the other, the soft hum of the wireless. When the sun shone, I followed you outside, my feet in your footprints, toes pointed like yours. We

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