FlashFictionBlog: November 2006.
Month: November 2011
Prompt: Picture of Old Couple
“Come on, Henry, we need to get going,” Nell Castle said to her husband. “They’ll all be waiting for us.” Henry reached for his black hat resting on the top shelf of the closet. “Mother, I would rather just stay home, it you don’t mind.” He waited, hoping he’d get a reprieve. “Henry Castle, don’t…
The Best Ingredients – To Be Published in Upcoming True Words from Real Woman Anthology
My Aunt Millie made the best egg custard I’ve ever tasted, creamy and rich with a perfect texture, not too runny, not too thick. This was one of my father’s favorite desserts, and when I was growing up, every three or four months, we’d drive the twelve miles out to the tiny town where Aunt…
Prompt: Random Words: Daisy, Soot, and Butterfly
Daisy picked up a handful of black soot from the ground and smeared it on the only remaining wall of her home, which just a week before had been beautiful and whole and the place where she had felt safe and secure. Wrong she wrote in big, bold letters and then she walked over to…
Prompt: 3 Flashcards from Essential GRE Vocabulary: Meticulous, Lambaste, and Innocuous
I don’t know why Gerald felt the need to lambaste me about the children in front of our visiting friends. To say it was humiliating is an understatement, particularly since I had made what seemed to me an innocuous statement. “They are spoiled,” I’d said, as if that was a surprise to anybody around that…
Lorene and The Bra
Meal time in my house when I was growing up centered on lunch, and the cook was not my mother, god forbid, or my father, though he could make an impressive breakfast, but rather our housekeeper, Lorene, a big-boned black woman who wore a white uniform to work, Monday – Friday, from 8:30 – 2:30….
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Observations in the Airport and Almost Left Behind
The young Indian woman sitting across from me is wearing black jeans, a black and white print top and a gray scarf covered in white polka dots. She’s talking on her phone, her dark hair pulled back in a long ponytail, her face bright as she chats, a look of expectation on her smooth-skinned face….
Last Day in Corpus Christi and Party Going
It’s morning here in Corpus Christi. The last day of our visit before heading back home tomorrow at 6 am. I just took Sarah to the hospital where she’ll begin her 6 week rotation on Ob/Gyn. She talked to a friend last night who had just finished that rotation and he said, “It’s awful. Nobody…
Closet-Sitting & Another Day with Sarah
I am sitting in the closet, literally. The iron is on a shelf across from me and a mini-ironing board is leaning against a cardboard box. Two levels of hangers – sweaters and blouses on the top level and slacks on the bottom – are to my left. A folded up blue beach chair is…
20 Minutes a Day 