The outside mall was dusty, full of large families and battered cars all decaying in the harsh sun. I was dressed in a light blue polo Ralph Lauren shirt, red shorts and aviators- which blocked out the Sun’s damned rays. I was accompanied by my family. All who loved Florida like me. A Latino family … Continue reading Flash fiction: Floridian thrift
Microfiction: Floridian thrift
The outside mall was dusty, full of large families and battered cars all decaying in the harsh sun. I was dressed in a light blue polo Ralph Lauren shirt, red shorts and aviators- which blocked out the Sun’s damned rays. I was accompanied by my family. All who loved Florida like me. A Latino family … Continue reading Microfiction: Floridian thrift
Flash fiction: The tree branches drooped down that day
The pathway was littered with leaves, brown and crisp, I could smell bacon in the air as I wandered past houses with soaked clotheslines outside. It was an all too similar Autumns day in Canada. The kinds of days which I had grown to despise. Autumn was when my wife Irene had died (which was eight … Continue reading Flash fiction: The tree branches drooped down that day
Microfiction: The tree branches drooped down that day
The pathway was littered with leaves, brown and crisp, I could smell bacon in the air as I wandered past houses with soaked clotheslines outside. It was an all too similar Autumns day in Canada. The kinds of days which I had grown to despise. Autumn was when my wife Irene had died (which was eight … Continue reading Microfiction: The tree branches drooped down that day
Flash fiction: Bloodshed
The prison was darkly lit, a lonesome light fixture flickered above, casting a lifeless shadow on the floor. Countless people wandered around it, violence in their eye and unhappiness and disenchantment all around. One inmate sat on a rotting wooden bench, fidgeting with his fingers. Whilst watching. He felt something slightly sharp poke him. All … Continue reading Flash fiction: Bloodshed
Microfiction: Bloodshed
The prison was darkly lit, a lonesome light fixture flickered above, casting a lifeless shadow on the floor. Countless people wandered around it, violence in their eye and unhappiness and disenchantment all around. One inmate sat on a rotting wooden bench, fidgeting with his fingers. Whilst watching. He felt something slightly sharp poke him. All … Continue reading Microfiction: Bloodshed
Flash fiction: How are the Howard’s?
The Howard's passed through the back alleys of Pomona, hurrying past the strange men in long black trench coats with unkempt hair and beards. Shuffling past the women in crop tops and hiked up skirts yearning for someone and something. Something that the Howard's couldn't provide and they were thankful that they couldn't provide. Allen … Continue reading Flash fiction: How are the Howard’s?
Microfiction: How are the Howard’s?
The Howard's passed through the back alleys of Pomona, hurrying past the strange men in long black trench coats with unkempt hair and beards. Shuffling past the women in crop tops and hiked up skirts yearning for someone and something. Something that the Howard's couldn't provide and they were thankful that they couldn't provide. Allen … Continue reading Microfiction: How are the Howard’s?
Flash fiction: A house on Hollywood and West
The house was decadent. A huge sprawling mansion that stood out from all the other grand houses on the street.There she stood outside that huge sprawling house. Expensive, gleaming shopping bags in hand. A look of worry on her face as she held her phone to her ear. The phone's green case made her all … Continue reading Flash fiction: A house on Hollywood and West
Microfiction: A house on Hollywood and West
The house was decadent. A huge sprawling mansion that stood out from all the other grand houses on the street.There she stood outside that huge sprawling house. Expensive, gleaming shopping bags in hand. A look of worry on her face as she held her phone to her ear. The phone's green case made her all … Continue reading Microfiction: A house on Hollywood and West
Ben Brizell 