Flash Fiction Friday: #8
This is a nightmare. The key is in my hand, and my hand is shaking so badly that even when I grab them with both hands, I can’t steady it enough to get it in the lock. I can see at least two of them through the glass doors, getting closer, and I tell myself…
Flash Fiction Friday: #7
When I get out of class, I think my last one of the day, I walk to my car and head straight to Joe’s Liquor. When I walk in, I don’t browse or pretend anymore that I’m there for anything but some drink. I go to the counter and ask for a pack of condoms…
Flash Fiction Friday: #6
I open my eyes and it’s dark. They try to adjust to the lack of light, and start to see brown mixed with black. I’m on the floor. I’m not waking up from sleep. My head is swimming. I’m sleepy. I have a rush of adrenaline. I raise myself on my arms and am confused…
The Only Child 