Category: Flash Fiction

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJun 30, 20158:56 pm

The Turquoise River

She looked at the long, thin meandering crack trailing down the foundation wall like a coursing river. She felt compelled to trail her finger over the length of it, feeling the raspy turquoise concrete, cool under her fingertip.

“I’ll have to go get some sealant,” her husband had told her.

“But that will ruin the paint,” she replied, with an emotion that surprised her. “I don’t have any more.”

“You have to fix it before it gets out of hand.”

“But it’s such a small crack!”

He paused.

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJun 29, 201510:15 pm

Harry the Little Hurricane

Harry got his name when he was still a little swirl of wind and rain far out in the Atlantic. But Harry had aspirations. He wanted to become a grand vortex of mighty winds, driving the ocean in front of him far onto land. He wanted his rain to drown the land, far beyond his storm surge, his wind to blow down trees, powerlines, to blow the very walls off the buildings in his path.

Destruction, afterall, is what hurricanes like Harry do!

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 28, 20151:01 pm

Sentinels

The stout white sentinel
Stood watch in the valley
A phalanx of clouds advancing
Ahead of the coming storm

“Don’t worry”
Said the stubby, tenacious conifer
“I’ve got your six”
His platoon murmuring support

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 22, 20157:10 am

WordPress Photo Challenge: ROY G. BIV

It began with a drive down the Sea-to-Sky Highway, returning to Vancouver from Whistler. While still in the mountains, I shot The Tantalus Range from Cheakamus Canyon, just off the highway. Further along, after passing through Squamish, the light was pretty awesome all along Howe Sound, so I pulled off at Britannia Beach by the old Customs House to look for some landscape/seascape photo opportunities. I may yet get a few images out of that, but it wasn’t until I was on my way back to the car, ready to head off, that I noticed the sailboat. The sailboat is where this story begins.

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJun 21, 20159:48 am

Photo Essay: Sanding ~ Fire

(Continued from Violet)

“This one is very, very yellow!”

She winced a little as the plea in his voice tainted the photograph of the very, very chiseled man on her Tinder app. She gave the image a flick to the right, thinking, I’ll come back for you later….

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJun 21, 20157:32 am

Photo Essay: Sanding ~ Violet

Her eye restively flitted about the image on the gallery wall. “I’m not sure where to look,” she said.

“I’m not sure you’re supposed to look at any one thing,” he replied.

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJun 20, 201511:14 am

Photo Essay: Sanding ~ Mistaken

For a chilling moment, Janice felt Oscar’s eyes on her back. Nearly frozen with fear, she managed to steal a glance, and there he was, eyes narrowed on her, ready to pounce. Heart and mind raced — even if her feet would not — is it too far to the dryer?