The sixth trip up the stairs I see them. Sometimes you can go the whole day without seeing anyone, and I thought it was going to be like that. Little did I know.
Fiction: Moving Day
Fiction: Every Dream Come True
“And though it’s always sweet sorrow to part, you know you’ll always remain in my heart, Good night, sleep tight and pleasant dreams to you, Here’s a wish and a prayer that every dream comes true.”
Fiction: Blood Orange
I wonder where these guys are from. I wonder if they’re far from home. I wonder if they have kids or wives or parents or dogs who miss them. Or, maybe, who are glad they’re gone. Which would be worse?
Flash Fiction: 15 Seconds of Fame & Hopscotch at the Hospital
2 short short stories from Alfred D Searls
Fiction: The Valley
“For the most part the armies marched through the valley, so that they might do battle elsewhere, but some, like the soldiers of the crocked cross and the soldiers of the blood red banner, had stayed and fought and died, and in so doing they watered the rich, rocky soil with their blood, and their sacrifice gave nourishment to the legends of the nationalist and internationalist alike.”
Flash Fiction: Peaches
“Wait,” he would tell us. “You’ll have to wait.”
Fiction: Everybody Plays the Fool
The lights flicker and I fall to the ground in the tolling darkness.
