Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Category: Flash Fiction
Across the Table
How many times had they sat opposite this very table from one another? Dozens. A hundred? They had been friends for years, him and her. Seen each other through thin times and thick. Friends. Good friends. She through a divorce. He through a massive… Continue Reading “Across the Table”
Through The Window
The first time she climbed through my bedroom window in the middle of the night I was ten and she was eight. She didn’t say anything, just clung to me beneath my purple unicorn blanket and quivered. I wrapped my arms around her and… Continue Reading “Through The Window”
Her Name Was Love
As a young woman, she moved with an easy grace and light skipping footsteps, the bloom of youth fresh upon her lovely face, her ripe firm breasts and long limber legs. The bright warm sun quickly dried the occasional rain of tears down her… Continue Reading “Her Name Was Love”
How It Feels – Collaboration
I had finally fallen asleep, something which does not come easy for me. How did you get in? I didn’t even hear you, didn’t feel your approach. My chest erupts in a fountain of pain and confusion. My god, is that a knife, this… Continue Reading “How It Feels – Collaboration”
Dancer
Day by day she sits in the window staring out as drab-dressed townsfolk pass by. At times one may turn and look at her. Their reaction was always the same: one of macabre desire. Her lips are painted cherry red, her eyes are a… Continue Reading “Dancer”
Ash Investigation
There are 247 types of cigarette ash and he knew them all. So when I pointed to the considerable pile with joyful exclamations, knowing he would instantly unravel the mystery before us using this one vital clue, I was then understandably quite disappointed when… Continue Reading “Ash Investigation”
Don’t Brush Your Hair
Fuck this. And fuck the world. She violently pulled the brush through her long wild hair in one last attempt to tame it. Fuck it all to hell. But isn’t this what you do? You make yourself presentable. Put on matching clothes that say,… Continue Reading “Don’t Brush Your Hair”
The Woman in the Mirror
“Tomorrow,” she thought to herself. “Tomorrow is a new day.” She turned and viewed her backside in the mirror again. Definitely her best side. Turning forward again, she lifted her breasts where a woman twenty-five years her junior would have them. Too big, too… Continue Reading “The Woman in the Mirror”
