Violence

A day would glue itself to another day.
And when there were enough you call it a week.
Or a month.
Or a lifetime.
Each had the same familiar pattern that you could follow without thinking.
Rise – eat – shit – sleep.
A stagnant pattern of repeat motions.
“The beauty of life is that it ends someday.” He thought.
Sometimes  soon and unexpected..

 

Violence

Love Song

 

Rainbow

She popped up, with that crooked smile on her face, and strew butterflies all around. Then she skipped away over the beach, occasionally picking something up. A colorful flower? A curious rock? An odd piece of driftwood?
At night, when she slept, I  chased her shadows away.
She was the maiden.
I was her dragon.
When we reached the boiling red water that surrounded the dark lord’s abode, I grew ten times my size and flew her over.
There she smiled at him, handed him her bouquet of flowers, then hopscotched to another dawn.
And finally he saw a rainbow..

Flash Fiction: Family Tradition

When they walked back from their parents grave, Jane confronted her older brother James about the yearly family dinner.
“Now mother has passed away, can we stop eating boiled liver?”
“You want to dishonor the memories of our parents?”  James replied.
“Mother ate it because father ate it..”
“Mother always respected father.”
“But father ate it because mother cooked it. “
“Father was always respectful to mother.”
“But it tastes horrible!” Jane choked..
“I know.”
One day I’ll be the head of the family, Jane thought bitterly.
When they reached the exit, Johnny, James eldest son, ran up to them
“Dad! Guess what’s for dinner! Grandma would be so proud of us!

Flash Fiction: Walking Dead

The undead employees in his office didn’t make Henry panic. The Human Resource manager quickly ascended the nearest bookcase; the one containing files a650 to c1278.  The unliving started to besiege him there, making guttural sounds and clawing gestures.
Henry considered his options. He could either jump from bookcase to bookcase and possibly find safety that way. Or he could throw himself through the window to plummet towards the asphalt ten stories below.
His decision was made for him when the bookcase toppled over and he became with of them..
A month later the insects ate them all

Flash Fiction: Love Song

Love Song
She popped up, with that crooked smile on her face, and strew butterflies all around. Then she skipped away over the beach, occasionally picking something up. A colorful flower? A curious rock? An odd piece of driftwood?
At night, when she slept, I  chased her shadows away.
She was the maiden.
I was her dragon.
When we reached the boiling red water that surrounded the dark lord’s abode, I grew ten times my size and flew her over.
There she smiled at him, handed him her bouquet of flowers, then hopscotched to another dawn.
And finally he saw a rainbow..