Tag: Flash Fiction
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Read more: The Kid
The lunch bell finally rang. Friday was pizza day at Anytown Elementary—served on a warm, robin’s egg blue plastic plate with a carton of cold milk. The kid next to me rolled his pizza up like a flute and jammed it in his mouth…
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Read more: Rocco & Joey
Rocco had never felt more alone in his life. There were no sounds except the ones he made himself. He’d only made them to ensure he wasn’t deaf. Rocco wondered about the altitude. Maybe he’d die of a heart attack…
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Read more: Bricks & Stones
“Gee, Bronwyn,” Michaela said, peering into the water. “He’s been down there a long time.” “Doesn’t look like he’s coming back up, does it?” “I’m scared!” Michaela’s pale blue eyes welled up. “Of what?” Bronwyn demanded. “It was Bobby’s fault…
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Read more: Gracious Living
Displaying his characteristic ill manners and bad taste, Brad attempted to put their guests at ease with the old “who farted?” cliché. Brad blamed Janet, Janet blamed Brad, while both knew it was one of the houseguests. As an encore he’d…
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Read more: (Un)Color My World
Choking back the tears, Celeste was afraid to meet her mother’s hateful gaze. Coloring inside the lines was hard for a five-year-old, but Celeste persisted. “Can’t you do anything right?” Gretchen slurred. Clutching a yellow crayon in a shaking hand, the…
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Read more: Willy
“If I am not for myself, then who will be for me?” Hillel Stephanie played to win. Thus far, she’d achieved every goal, personally and professionally, that she’d set for herself. If someone had the misfortune of being in her…
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Read more: Safe to Be
This week at Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle has chosen the above image by Na’ama Yehuda as our visual prompt. 100 words. “Mommy, who’s that big lady over there?” The little girl pointed a chubby finger across the water. “That’s the Statue…
