Hey, some stories to enjoy. Like free samples at the grocery store. But without the toothpick.
Two are flash fiction contest winners. (Rules: 100 words max, including five words you’re given that must appear in your story. You’ll see those words in bold on these entries.)
There’s also a short story if you have a little more time. I hope you find them satisfying. Thanks for stopping by. Feel free to leave a note.
Stalking Amy by John Frain
A toast. I lift my glass. No one – her included – hears me say, To Amy!
My secret desires scream louder than cries from a steamy jungle. She’s my paradise.
Two dancing roses, Amy and I, practicing xenogamy together.
Open my amygdala and every emotion centers on her. She doesn’t notice me?
She’s in every waking thought – every sunbeamy sentence.
Her daydreamy, magenta lips call to mine – but get my name wrong!
(I’d live with polygamy.)
An armada of seamy cops at the door. Handcuffs. Miranda.
Stalker? I thought the cockamamy bitch didn’t even know I existed.
Cereal Killer by John Frain
Veteran Detective Mike Moynihan trails behind, hopes these witnesses corroborate earlier testimony.
“It’s Number One,” the husband barks.
“The Quaker?” Moynihan surprised. No match. Turns to the wife. “And you, ma’am?”
Points at Tony, in the stripes. “Number Three.”
“Grrrrreat,” Moynihan says, mocking. Three eyewitnesses, three identifications. Earlier witness picked Number Five: Cap’n in cobalt blue.
Chief walks in. Lapel reads Frank N. Berry. “Same M.O.?”
Moynihan nods. “Whacks the victim with a ceramic bowl. Stabs him with a spoon.”
Berry nodding. “No question. Signature of a cereal killer.”
Berry’s radio snaps, crackles. Pops to Moynihan as he leaves, “Cheerio.”
Open House by John Frain
This tale originally appeared in Detective Mystery Stories and also won a writing contest (cash prize!). Our legal team (read: my wife and our less-than-ferocious dog) are working to ensure we have the right to re-publish here, so it’ll be available shortly. Patience is a virtue. Please be virtuous.