David stared down at the ocean water from the cliff above. The gray waves hit the rocks with such power that white foam sprayed up for at least thirty feet. It was early morning and he’d asked Marie to meet him here so they could talk. The air was chilly and he thrust his hands…

The day was cold. Camille pulled on her jacket and trudged outside for a cigarette. Damn these new laws that made standing by the dumpster behind the building the only acceptable place to smoke. And what a social pariah she had become. Almost everyone in the call center glared at her when she left, and…

I wrote this story based on the following prompt: Pick 3 items in the room where you’re sitting. Mine were travel cup, poetry book, red plaid blanket Use these 3 items in a story of no longer than 1200 words Use at least one metaphor, one symbol and one alliteration. I have not written flash…

I sink the trowel into the soft ground, digging down to sever the root of the offending dandelion. I can’t help but feel half-guilty removing these vivid yellow flowers from my brown lawn right in the middle of winter. Still, I know it’s a gift to have such an unseasonably warm February weekday to garden when most people have to…

I was shocked that he did it. Threw himself out of that window and landed with a thud on the pavement below as people with dogs walked by. He was dressed to go out that night, in a suit coat and red tie, and he had his cane in his hand even as he lay…