The moment was on them before they had time to give it the consideration it deserved. Something had to be done. The status quo was untenable. Janie’s automatic reaction to change had always been resistance but this time around she recognized its inevitability and embraced it as heartily as she was able. The old manContinue reading “Flash Fiction Friday – Janie’s Dad”
The good people at the Tree of Creativity published my flash fiction piece “Awakening the Third Nostril” today, just in time for Flash Fiction Friday.
There once was a boy who was at peace with the world. No, really. He knew love and joy on an intimate basis. They were his constant companions. Bosom buddies, even. The boy was out walking one day when he came across a shiny red balloon whose string was tangled in a thicket ofContinue reading “The Parable of the Boy and the Balloon”
Three plastic bags. It’s all he’s got; it’s all he needs. He has a system to avoid the worst of the winter on his skin. He’s got a sweater in one of the bags. The little guy, in severe need of a shave, glides across the floor in his green uniform, determined toContinue reading “Three Bags Full – Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY)”
It’s 2 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon and I just opened my first beer. I don’t have a job. A lesser man might feel like a failure. A better man, too. Fortunately for me, I’m neither one so I’m going to enjoy the beer. I’m going to enjoy listening to Elton John. I’m going toContinue reading “2 O’clock on a Thursday Afternoon – Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY)”