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Monthly Archives: July 2013
“The Boxwood and The Bees”
(Copyright Jennifer Pendergast) Set plumb in the middle of my well-manicured knot garden, the dead boxwood has disrupted my sensibilities for months. Today’s the day. I plunge my shovel into the soft dirt and lift the roots. A great hum … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged allergy, bees, boxwood, hive, insurance money, stinger, suicide
46 Comments
“Inventory” (A Pantoum)
At the piano where my mother played Remembered remnants from a long-past youth. In the scholar’s chair where my father stayed Ruminations on life, beauty and truth. Remembered remnants from a long-past youth. Material goods no longer wanted. Ruminations on … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged beauty, cerebral musings., father's scholar chair, inventory, life, material goods, mother's piano, ruminations, truth
9 Comments
“Hey, Big Man.” (Terza Rima Sonnet)
“Hey, Big Man,” I yell through the car window. “I got your number, Speed Limit Charlie.” I laugh, throw it in gear and start off slow. He floors it and shoots off ahead of me. I slam that old pedal … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged car accident, drag race, kids, pedestrian death, traffic laws, V8
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“An Honest-To-Goodness Bicycle”
Christmas, 1943. There’s a war going on. Steel and rubber are rationed; manufacturing plants are working twenty-four-hour days pumping out war materials, and Santa has brought me, a fourteen-year-old Iowa farm boy, an honest-to-goodness bicycle. Upon close inspection, I realize … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged 1943, bicycle, Christmas, Iowa farm boy, rations, rubber, steel, World War II
28 Comments
“Tears Masquerading As Perspiration”
I needed someone to love me like I loved you. I met her on the beach. We nodded then spoke. We talked then loved. I let myself be sucked in. Again. As time went on I realized the empty spot in … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged beach, fawn over, lost love, perspiration, someone else, tears
13 Comments
“I Will Die Free”
(Photo copyright Randy Mazie) My life’s journey will end here, in a wooden box piled high with rocks to hold it down when the rains come. This year of 1830 has brought great change to my life. I have gone … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, historical, historical fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged 1830, cemetery, farm, free man, Liberia, shipmates, trade, trade with natives
51 Comments