Flash Fiction
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Connie perched on the roof of the 7th-story BFD Goodritch building. Her armpits were moist and her silk blouse stuck to her skin. At least a cool autumn breeze took the edge off a bit. She got into position and scanned the street below for a silver Cadillac. There were three of them parked in
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It was the day I’d met my father for the first time. He wasn’t at all like I’d imagined which stood to reason since I’d never even seen a picture. We looked nothing alike. He appeared to be of Scandinavian descent, while I was a dead-ringer for a young Zelda, Queen of the Gypsies. This
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You usually win at Hide & Seek — know the best hiding places and how to not giggle. I look everywhere, but you’re nowhere. Hours, Days, Weeks and then I finally find you: grinning all smarty-pants from a milk carton. (nyah-nyah) You’re IT!
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It’s Fandango’s Friday Flashback! I wrote this charming little piece on this date in 2017. The Daily Post The prompt is “quicksilver.” “I’m gonna miss ol’ Gus.” “Yep-eroo,” Joey sighed. “Ain’t nobody can bust a tire faster’n him…” “Uh-huh. Change his mind slicker’n snot, too!” “You betcha. Reckon that’s why folks called ’m Quicksilver.” “Hee-hee! First he’s
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This week’s prompt for the Six Word Saturday Story Prompt (6WSP) is the word family. She wished she’d never been adopted.
Ergo, the Ogre 