The last straw
Peter put leftovers in the fridge without a date. Eleanor got sick. Peter felt bad and her mother came over to nurse her back to health. Peter and Eleanor broke up.
Failing at flash fiction ftw.
30 days, 30 stories: Going Places
I wasn’t sure what to tell them. I thought they already knew about me.
My name was Robin Roberts. Named after my father who himself was named by his father after the great baseball pitcher of the same name. I grew up wanting to be a firefighter, but I was a late bloomer and was encouraged by my…
With about 17 minutes to spare, day three is complete.
30 days, 30 stories: Ghost
I once knew a ghost. He would visit our house every Sunday for brunch with the family. He told me that his name was Henry G. Christiansen and he was originally from Cleveland and visiting town on business. One day, thirty years ago he decided he liked it so much that he’d just stay in town and…
Another day, another story. Hitting my stride now, I guess. It’s all just practice, if I can crank out one story I actually like before this is over I’ll be happy with it. Not that I’m unhappy with my output at the moment…I’m just more interested in the exercise right now and the execution.
