Flash fiction (a thousand words or less) in which I take an idea and write a very short story about it. These stories usually lean toward horror, but there are also instances of sci-fi, fantasy, and crime drama. Incorporating allegory, twists, journeys, and an occasional gross-out; these stories are just plain fun to read.
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What I’ve done is to pry the wall open. Beyond is another when—another where. Beyond is seaside, a white sandy beach and water as far as the eye can see.
Gramma tried to hold it back, tried to control it, which didn’t work at all.
He drew a six shooter from its holster and pointed it at me. A curlicue of spent cap paper stuck out from the hammer which he pulled back with his thumb. “Give me your loot,” He said.
That day he got away, there was a lot of thunder and lightning. He was gone for hours and a frantic search during the storm came up empty.
Owen said, “It’s okay Den, you’re awake now.”
Dennison said, “But I’m not. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. THIS is the dream. Right now. Right here. And you guys are in it.”
He had the seat to himself and sat close to the window, watching the blur of yards, fences and bushes go by as if the bus remained stationary and the world rushed past.
This brings me to the next point in the fourth shot. The nose of the Excursion has actually made contact with Patrice and her smile has been replaced with a mouth tipped back ready to catch what looks like a recently tossed piece of popcorn.
She motioned for me to turn around and when I did, she climbed up onto my back and wrapped her arms gently around my neck. I traded her for the hand basket and we left the store without a word.
The memory makes me light on my feet and I do that little shuffle-step Dorothy did, arm-in-arm with Scarecrow and Tin-man as they declare where it is they’re off to.
There was a scuffle going on in there; a kidnapping perhaps. Or maybe someone was being murderlized.
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