Final tale for Halloween. Reading time: 1 minute. Hope you enjoyed the series. THE HUNT 5 days till Halloween: Carving out my spot behind the hedge. Ready for ambush if I spot him. 4 days till: Cloud cover darkens the night. My eyes adjust. Scores of nighttime visitors –toads, rodents, a coyote. No sign of […]
Today’s entry is a special inside joke to my mom. Anyone is welcome to read, but only Mom will truly understand. Also, please note that my mother is neither a witch nor named Melinda Widebottom – those were only story elements. Final spooktacular flash fiction will appear here on Halloween morning. See you then… WITCH […]
SECRETS My boyfriend leered at me. “Sit,” he said. Ooooh! I obeyed. I sat. And tingled with anticipation. My new man has a fetish! Does he have a leash and collar? “Last night was our anniversary,” he barked. I blink. “Anniv –” “No talking! One month anniversary! And you canceled our date.” Uh-oh. He knows. “Baby, […]
WITH MUSTARD, PLEASE He asked me to come and I did. Full disclosure, I came like a contractor who’s called for a bid. That is, I made him ask me three times. But I came. On occasion, I’ll even sit if asked politely. Usually when food is involved. Heck, I’ll roll over for food, to […]
ZOMBIE (Editor’s note: Okay, inspired by the zombie costume, but this really isn’t about a zombie.) I’d been dead a month when I met Corinne, my intake interviewer. She had ligature marks too, so natural curiosity. Hers were from someone’s hands, so I lied about my rope of guilt. “They never fade away,” she warned. […]
The Pirate Long John limped into the mall. Parrot on his shoulder, peg on his leg and Halloween costume on his hook list. “Arrr,” the parrot said. “Dump ’em coins out for some booty from the food court.” Long John shook his head. “Keep talking that way, I’ll throw you back in the car.” They stumbled toward […]
I’m writing a flash fiction story every day till Halloween based on the top selling Halloween costumes for 2016. 10.22 – Pokémon STALKER Pray for me, mother. I promised mother. Promised myself. I wanted to stop. But the voice. It whispers. Without planning, I find myself back here. Why don’t they know I’ll come? Three […]
John Davis Frain 