Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

Rotted Orange among the Apple Orchards

Rotted Orange among the Apple Orchards A man from Miami wearing brown sandals, drawstring tan pants and a white guayabera appeared large between dead apple orchards. Two turkey vultures pecked on his body nailed between the long grass blades with a bullet. Their beaks had been breaking his skin since the scent stirred the air of a farm field in the eight hours of his death. The body was later identified by the sister of the deceased man: Charlie Snow. Twelve hours earlier at the Merry Mountain Read more [...]

Captain’s Boat

Captain's Boat “I’ve been weeping for a mighty long time. Yes, I’ve been weeping for a mighty long time.” Kim Whistler sang The Five Blind Boys song as if she was in the Overtown Baptist Church choir. She sang with the harmony of happiness and claps of praise. But she was three blocks and one little boy from the church. Her voice bounced off the inside of the boat as the acoustics allowed the sadness to sink into the old sea worn wood of a boat, forty feet in length. In this neighborhood Read more [...]

Phonograph Flash Fiction

David Bowie —In Memory of an Innovative Performer As a “Young American” I listened to David Bowie. Many years would pass and I would be “Under Pressure” as an adult, but those “Changes” were for the better in my life. Eventually, the “Golden Years” gave me opportunities to celebrate with many knowing that, We can be Heroes, just for one day. Ground control to Major Tom, there is a “Ziggy Stardust” in the sky tonight. Read more [...]

Azucar in the Guest House

Azucar in the Guest House “Sarita, I have a large package for you,” said Garcia the mailman. “I can tell by your obvious expression, this must be very important to you.” He hands her the box along with a few pieces of mail. “Gracias Señor Garcia,” she responds looking at the address with a smile. “I can smell your abuella is preparing dinner, please tell her I said hello.” “Si, Señor Garcia, I will tell my grandmother when I go inside.” Sara, or Sarita as she is known Read more [...]

The Late Aquarian

The Late Aquarian A Seven Part Minute Series Preface Set in 1983, this coming of age story is about a group of cafeteria workers who make a lasting impression on a sixth grade student named, Topher. The Beginning The lunch line at N. Belle Vernon Elementary School was a slow, long, but moving assembly of 5th and 6th grade students. Not all of the kids were in line, in fact, one young man named Topher was late for lunch... and the line. Over a three-day period, Topher’s procrastination Read more [...]

Sparrow’s Nest

Sparrow's Nest DING! DING! “Oh C’mon man...are you kidding me...I can’t even enjoy a lunch break.” DING! DING! “I’m coming!” Jack screamed as he rushed through the garage to the gas pumps of the Sparrow service station in Belle Vernon, Pennsylvania. “Ok, that’s enough,” he said under his breath. There are no vehicles at the two gas pump islands. Just a scrawny kid named Anthony on his white and blue BMX bike. Anthony laughed from the top of his lungs at a nearby parking Read more [...]

Retirement in the Everglades

Retirement in the Everglades When they submerged Cantor’s body in the sawgrass marsh, there were gators that tore and gnawed until his five feet two inches frame was green and raw from the eventual decomposition. However, the human remains of Cantor’s departure remained relevant because of a father and son fishing trip. Gerry Torre’s nine year old son told his dad that he caught an Oscar, but to Gerry’s shock it was not a fish. It could be the possible missing person from the Miami Herald Read more [...]