Flash Fiction #13

It was easy to get on the plane. In the four hours it took to fly here gave me more than enough time to talk myself out of seeing anyone. 15 years had gone by since I was last home. I left when I was 17 and never looked back.

Leaving at such a young age was difficult. While going to school I was able to live on campus and had shit job after shit job for years. Once I finally graduated I was able to find a great job in my field. My parents never supported what I wanted to do. My childhood was rough so it made it easy to walk away. My four older siblings had left as soon as they turned 18. They hardly ever returned to visit. We wrote letters back and forth. My two oldest brothers joined the army, so they were all over the world. My younger brother got a scholarship and ended up in New York. My sister left and went to Hollywood in hopes of being famous. However, she waits tables to make ends meet while she works the worst acting jobs.

So here I was on the eve of my 30th birthday back in town to see my family. I can’t┬ábelieve I let them talk me into this.

As I reach the front door of the home I grew up in my heart starts to race. It looks the same. The lights are all on and I can see people moving about. Do I knock? Its been so long……

As soon as I am face to face with the door it swings open and there it Ben my oldest brother.

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Flash Fiction #12

The store was damp smelling. Shelves lined the walls stuffed full of books. The top of the shelves were piled with various weird objects. When he got to the back of the store he saw a flash. The sword stood out because it was bright and polished. Unlike anything else in the store. How odd to have something so beautiful in a dark and cluttered store. The shopkeeper came out of the back by the time I had spotted the sword. He was old and hunched over. He walked with a limp and moved at a snail’s pace.

“How much for the sword?”

“$3,000 coin.”

“For a sword?”

“It’s a special sword.”

“A special sword……..hmmmm”

It almost glowed. The hilt had something on it but he didn’t want to get too close to it. He had an uneasy feeling all of a sudden. It felt like he was being watched.

Flash Fiction #11

Not only was the water cold but it was dark. She couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of her. But she was going to go and talk to her mother. With her tank she could make it down to the city at the bottom of the lake and still have air left to come back.

The last time she saw her mother she had planned to ask the hard questions however once she was there they all slipped away. She was transported back to her childhood. Playing in the sun and warm grass. Her mother had changed so much. She wasn’t as beautiful anymore. You could see an image of what she used to be just beyond her dark eyes and wrinkled skin. So much had changed. Her brothers and father were captured in the war. They were still in the same camp in North America.

Flash Fiction #10

The scene looked chaotic. There were books, furniture, and feathers everywhere. They had cut open all the pillows on the couch. All the pictures had been smashed. It looked personal.

“What were they looking for?”

“I am not sure……maybe the book.”

“When was the last time you saw the book?”

“It’s been about 15 years…….I think.”

Flash fiction #9

He had been looking for it for days. The last place he remembered seeing it was on the table in the entry where he kept the keys. Which is odd since it shouldn’t have been there to begin with. It was sitting next to the mail. Right? Maybe he was remembering it wrong. Trying to retrace the steps he took last night had been a waste of time. Amy was not going to be happy that he had lost it. Damn!

As he sat on the couch something caught his eye.

Flash Fiction #8

On October 18, 2030 something looking like a meteor fell into the Pacific Ocean. Turns out that it wasn’t a meteor. It was debris that had been floating around earth. In the days that followed pieces kept falling to earth. From the 18th to November 2 around 200 objects came down. It was devastating.The first landed in the ocean and many more did. But dozens landed in cities. They hit buildings, houses, schools and parks. Day after day the earth was being pelted and decimated by space debris.

Flash fiction #7

He had been out to sea for two years. His son would now be four and he could not wait to see his wife. When he got to his home he found his son in the front room. He went into the kitchen where he wife was preparing a meal. She looked the same. She had beautiful red hair with pale skin. As she turned around her green eyes lit up. She was still the most amazing woman he had ever seen.