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FFfAW: By the Cairn Marker

 After hiking 8 miles up to the cairn marker she stopped and looked at me expectantly. The sunlight radiated around her curves. She kept making direct eye contact as she handed me a sandwich. I said I couldn’t wait to get her back to the cabin. “Anything else,” she asked.  I smirked. Turns out she was expecting a … Continue reading

FFfAW: A Soldier’s Letter

  Chattanooga, Tenn 29th Mass. Co.M November 29, 1863 Dear Mother, I hope this letter arrives safely and without much ado. As of this writing I am still, shall I say, safely under wraps. I ask that you not  worry about me for it is not me that we should concern ourselves with but the state … Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: An Open and Shut Case

Each morning, Katie took her place in line at the bus stop. She was usually first, but lately Nate, an enterprising young man, would be there first. He’d nod to her as he took his place in line. Now he would wait and smile earnestly. Then he began saying,”Good Morning.” When the bus came he always … Continue reading

FFfAW: Go to Glory

“Come away from that window,” Ma barked as she shuffled into the darkening room. Turning to look at Ma, but not moving from the window, I said,”Isn’t it glorious Ma?” Ma set the plastic tub of rocks on the table and briefly looked out at the horizon. She picked a big stone in her hand and … Continue reading

FFfAW: After the Deluge

Many built a giant boat and sailed away. But a few stayed behind, huddled in trees.  When the deluge receded they alit and began anew. They were people of different colors and different ideas; once of different means. Now, they were all starting from the same place. They built homes, fished, built a fire and ate. … Continue reading

FFfAW: A Girl Named Chess

My name is Chess. It’s an unusual name so I’ll tell you how I got it. One day, my brother Sid, stopped to play a game of chess with a nice man. My brother is a real good chess player; even when he was five. Arnie, the nice man, was a good oppenent. Arnie was a  good opponent, … Continue reading

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Tenant

“Adam,” I said,”I have to get to work. Your truck,” I pointed to the driveway, “Is blocking me in again.” “Gimme a sec,”  he said and receded back into the apartment. “Let me do that,” he called out as I was trying to push the wagon out of the mud. I slipped and my arm fell beneath the tarp. Adam was … Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: One Man’s Junk

Friday Fictioneers: One Man’s Junk

“Wait!” I yelled. My son was about to toss a carved stone grosbeak into a garbage bag. My mother had carved it after her nervous breakdown. “It’s junk, ma,” he said. “You see these pennies,” I said to my son, “They were in my dad’s pocket when he died, the nurses gave them to grandma along with these … Continue reading

FFfAW: Skeleton in the Closet

Maizy looked bored. Shopping at Ikea wasn’t very exciting for a teenager. I just wanted to get her out of the house. She seemed so gloomy and had put on a bit of weight since I last saw her.  Mom’s death had hit us all hard. Yet, instead of uniting, we went our separate ways. Me to the … Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: April 18, 1775

Out past curfew, the Sexton has the keys, and furtively enters along with a vestryman. Through the dark they carefully climb to the steeple. At 191 feet high above the town, they light two lanterns and hold them shakily out the window for just a minute. The fear of being caught does not stop them. The secret signal ensures word … Continue reading