Category: Flash Fiction
Pic and a Word Challenge #2: Attraction
Waving goodbye to Patime, who sold baskets, Zuhra aimlessly made her way across the street, being careful to take in all the sights of the nearly closed marketplace before innocently stopping outside Tahir’s shop.
Drought
On the old shed out back
I watched it pucker and peel
In successive seasons
Of wet, then cold, then wet again, then heat
Since decades past
Sink 1
Three goblin sisters astride a camel
“It’s shaking me to bits!” the middle sister garbled, her tongue flapping against her lips.
“Quit your complaining!” croaked the eldest. “Would you two malcontents rather walk in this foul heat?”
The Fog of Love
Continued from Enveloped.
Know she is there.
Waiting.
Impatiently.
A mother knows these things.
And daughters always think they know better,
When they hardly know themselves.
I love the man.
She never understood that.
He is derisive,
Angers easily.
The Seashell Nebula
Continued from An Artistic Encounter With Nature
The little tornado that couldn’t
Sometimes, these conditions could lead to a very powerful twister. Everyone was hoping it would be the little tornado that couldn’t.
Come, it said.
Him? It.