tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Tag: Flash Fiction
Lord Rellik
A short story response to Braeden Michaels’ poem of the same name. Lord Rellik, the demon overlord.
Mother
She runs through the grass and the trees. Moss clings to her bare feet, the dew damp upon her skin. With ease, she dodges the branches and twigs which stretch out to snag her long flowing raven hair. She skips deftly over roots and… Continue Reading “Mother”
Lost Years
A woman holds my hand. I’ve never seen her before but she’s showing me a photograph of a handsome young couple standing in front of a blue Cadillac and now she’s started crying. She keeps asking if I remember him, in the faded photograph,… Continue Reading “Lost Years”
The Higher Call
He dips his pen into the inkwell. Lifts it carefully, tapping it gently on the edge of the jar before moving back to his paper. His fingertips, forever stained with the heavy black ink, never hesitate. Not a moment passes where there aren’t thoughts… Continue Reading “The Higher Call”
Sometimes Life Does
Ray-ray always took extra care when preparing to meet Danny. She used to primp and preen, addressing each curl with precision and care. The dark dreads would stand straight out if she let them. But Danny was worth it. She would apply the hair… Continue Reading “Sometimes Life Does”
Just a Dog Named Ripple
Ripple was the type of dog you don’t easily forget. She had showed up one early-summer morning through my back gate and right on to my back porch as if she’d always lived here. I was sitting at the dining table, sipping my first… Continue Reading “Just a Dog Named Ripple”
6:31am (Insomnia)
sitting in a pile of rubbish every piece of my life surrounding me I emptied the cabin piled it up out in the woods see, I know what you’re planning I looked through your phone you should use a better password you asshole you… Continue Reading “6:31am (Insomnia)”
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”
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