Tag: flash fiction
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Dawn
~ a vignette ~ I like to read on my lunch hour, outside. Reclining in a beach chair, grounding myself. Bare feet resting upon the silky grass. Today, a new friend buzzes by, joining me. She let her presence be known, when out of the corner of my eye, I caught the sight of something…
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The Sage
~ flash fiction ~ The line was long. One by one they came, andsat before the sage. They spoke, he listened. They left.The next entered. Day in. Day out. Years passed, things continued as was the norm. Then a young girl came. She sat, he listened. She listened,he inquired. She inquired, he spoke.Day in. Day…
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Procrastination Befriends Excuses
~ a vignette ~ The sunroom was thick and heavy. Though the sky had opened and shed rapid tears, the humidity remained. The oscillating fan swiveled my direction every sixteenth second, teasing me with a soft, warm breeze. I reached for my iced tea, condensation speckling the glass like droplets of water on my body…
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Convos in the Time of Corona
~ a vignette ~ “How ya doing, Franz?” He stared back at me in silence. “I said how are you doing?” I shook my head and made my way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I pulled out spaghetti, shoveled it onto a plate and placed it in the microwave. He doesn’t even have the…
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Don’t run
~ a vignette ~ I backed away, slowly inching toward the river. My breathe calm and steady even as my heart raced. Thump-thump-thump; thump-thump-thump; thump-thump-thump. Doing my best to avoid direct eye contact, I froze when I heard the crackle of the branch under my foot. Time stood still for a fraction of a second…
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Earl
~ a vignette ~ (Monologue: 1-minute) Mia, 8 years old I have a fish named Earl. People ask why I named him that. I don’t know… I just looked at him and said “Earl!” That’s how I do things. It feels right. Like if someone looks sad, I give ’em a hug. If someone looks…
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Morning Habits
~ a vignette ~ Looking down at my fingertips, I notice them black, smudged by the paper. It’s part of my habit. Coffee brewed at 6:30 am every morning for the past twenty years. An English muffin topped with sweet marmalade and three slices of jalapeño. And a single fried egg with bacon. Always with…
Angel K Will 