Photo Credit at Roger Bultot The Theory of Pie: Start in the Center Jane pushed her fork through the buttery crust, separating each flaky layer with precision. "I always taste the center peak first, you cain't hide your mistakes there." The pippin was draped in syrup, cinnamon and an exotic spice Jane couldn't quite name.... Continue Reading →
The Way to My Heart
Photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The Way to My Heart “Shut the damn door and take off those muddy boots,” I shouted over the kitchen chaos with an authority that had not been earned. The second batch of blackened biscuits lay crumbled next to my Momma’s recipe box and the bitter winter turnip stew was boiling... Continue Reading →
Vas Con Dios, Friday Fictioneers
Imagine by Lucy Fridkin Vas Con Dios The playa was quiet, a lazy wave lapped the sand and a gull called down the sun. The salt from the sea and the sweat of the afternoon mingled. The courtship had been fast by design: a smoldering glance and a short skirt. Not nearly enough time to... Continue Reading →
Any Given Sunday #Friday Fictioneers
Photo Credit @ Jean L. Hays Any Given Sunday Her mama's dire warnings were easily abandoned in the dust as she cranked the old Mustang's engine to life and rattled down the washboard. A sermon crackled forth from the hometown station, "a strong hand against the decline of American decency and Christian sensibilities"; an echo... Continue Reading →
The Things We Lost In The Fire #FridayFictioneers
Photo Credit @Claire Fuller The Things We Lost in the Fire The firestorm swirled down the mountain of regrets, pausing to devour the last vestige of us. No amount of retardant could stop the advance. All that remained after the battle was ash. You had used the children as kindling so even they were lost... Continue Reading →
Reflection of Sin
Photo credit @Roger Bultot Reflection of Sin My home world and all of my transgressions reflected in mockery through its enormous eye. It snapped its mandible in anticipation. I scrambled backwards trying to find my footing as my flesh tore against the gravel. It was true that I had fallen far from grace: the son... Continue Reading →
Hell Bent For Leather
Below is my work for Friday Fictioneers. I also wanted to share (brag about) my success in my first writing contest. I'm batting a 1000. We’re thrilled to announce the winner of our Postcard From the Park Mini-MOLP writing contest. Tracey Delaplain from Reno, Nevada has scooped the title with a brilliantly crafted piece that... Continue Reading →
Next Time
Photo credit@ Geogia Koch Next Time A copper tang mingled with the dockyard flotsam. "Lotta blood. She been dead long?" "An hour or two, hard to say for sure." "Cold?" "Not really, just a little damp." The officer turned to face his partner; her uniform, wet and tattered, "Same MO, same perp?" "Ya." "You look... Continue Reading →
A Better Plan #FridayFictioneers
Photo credit @Adam Ickes A Better Plan Wanting to disappear, I curled into myself and buried my head under the soft pillow. If I made myself small enough, I could hide from the last hours of my dad's life. You wrapped around me, wanting to shield me from my grief. "No more suffering," you said... Continue Reading →
Thirst #FridayFictioneers
Photo credit @ Ted Strutz Thirst "Let's just say I'm a girl. You can imagine that can't you?" The gossamer threads left very little to his imagination but he nodded in reply taking the dancer in his arms. "Mind if I lead? I'm a traditional guy. You can imagine that can't you?" Its narrow shoulders... Continue Reading →
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