Chasing Down a Summer Storm The air is stagnant, oppressive, lackadaisical as the dog days of summer that I’m driving through. My window’s down, but the wind is reluctant and barely even sighs the stale air on my face. The air conditioning died awhile ago, and now my lungs have gone on strike and my sweat glands are putting in overtime.Chasing Down a Summer Storm1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Heat mirages dance on the pavement, laughing like childhood and vanishing just as quickly. The light is baked brittle and broken by the windshield into blinding shards that chip my sunglasses. Time is flowing at an inverse rate to the rise of the mercury, and my pulse flows with it.
The First EncounterMatthew looked around the long, empty hall somewhat nervously, wondering which way he was supposed to go. “Why did Alistair have to leave without showing me where I was supposed to go?” he grumbled. For a couple minutes he would start one way, hesitate, and return to repeat the action in the opposite direction in a sort of unintentional pacing. He was a nervous boy, and his thoughts quickly turned to what might happen if he was late. The worst thing he could do would be disappoint his predecessor before even beginning… He finally gave up and hurried off down the left hall. Maybe he’d get lucky and the room they were sThe First Encounter5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
many trains and many milesWe met on a street out in the middle of Brunberry. Often times, we'd sit on the curb, watching the middle aged man in the corner house fix up his boat-of-a-car. Or, on Sundays, the chubby, bakery-esque woman would walk her grandchildren down the road to church. We were young, then. I still visit that street in Brunberry, and, in fact, it is called Feldspar Road. The man on the corner, with the old car? His name is Charles North, and he's a retired mechanic. The grandmother is dead now, but her daughter and grandkids moved in a couple years ago. I still come back and check up on those people, and I still watch the leaves fall in autumnmany trains and many miles7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This