Categotry Archives: Fiction
Suzie’s House 355 : When He Plays, No One Speaks
“I think I might have killed my father.” Gene dropped that bomb shell, then started playing his guitar with an intensity that made Tracy stumble. He was playing Last Man Standing, one of their newest songs. Bruce was still standing behind his keyboard, so he jumped in right away. Then everyone was scrambling for their instruments. Tracy never got a chance to ask what he meant. She’d set her bass in a stand by the practice room door and ended […]
When He Plays, No One Speaks
“Gene, what’s bugging you?” Tracy put her bass guitar on the stand and went over to where he strummed a few cords. “Nothing.” “Come on. I’m your girlfriend. I know when something’s bugging you.” “Leave him alone.” Bruce butted in without leaving his place behind the keyboard. “He’s got issues.” “Yeah? Like what?” Gene stared at the back of his guitar for a long time. “I think I might have killed my father.” Everyone else in the band shut up […]
Suzie’s House 354 : The Urge to Kill
It bugged him; what Bruce said about how his dad might have killed his mom. Gene tried to laugh it off, but he couldn’t quite fool himself. Even when he and Bruce sat around talking in the park for a while, Gene thought about it. He was still thinking about it when he started to walk home. The thing was, it might be true. His dad might have done it on accident. He like to come out swinging at anyone, […]
Hide and Seek
“The first diving helmets were invented in the ‘20’s by Charles and John Deane. They looked a lot like this one, but this is just a reproduction. Look, you can even open and close the faceplate.” Big brother tried to show his little brother and sister how to work the faceplate. “Quick! Hide here!” Little brother dived into the cushions, taking little sister with him. “Squeeeeeee! Giggle, giggle.” Little sister kicked a cushion. “Hold still! He’ll find us.” “What can […]
Suzie’s House 353 : Impassioned Speech in the Park
This takes place at the same time as the previous episodes. “I don’t know, Bruce, He looks like a pervert.” Gene hadn’t really wanted to come with Bruce in the first place. Now that he saw the guy they were supposed to buy the stuff from, he was even more sure he didn’t want it. “What? Because his hair’s all oily?” “No. Because of the way he keeps looking around all nervous like.” Gene caught himself looking around the park […]
Celebration
Knowing nothing of weddings or birthdays or decorations, the alien crept into the village in the middle of the night with dinner in mind. All was quiet. With no game to consume it did what aliens of its kind had always done. It attached itself to a point well above the ground in a position from which it could drop down on unsuspecting prey and waited. Sure enough, come morning many edible creatures appeared. “Papa, papa! Look at the pretty […]
Suzie’s House 352 : Don’t Ever Go Away Again
“Wait. Drew. Where are you going?” Drew paused with one foot already in the hall and the other still in Suzie’s room. The light from the hall spiked the darkness around him. She hadn’t bothered to turn the light on in the room when she’d gone into the hall to confront Gene, and Drew hadn’t bothered with it when he tucked her in. He glanced over his shoulder, knowing it was a dangerous thing to do. The slice of light […]
Bruce’s First Night on Stage
Bruce’s hands trembled as he stepped on stage. All the other guys in the band were at least six years older. If it weren’t for his uncle, he would never have had the chance to join any band, let alone one ready to turn pro. He was way outclassed, and knew it. “Hey. Kid. You going to be all right?” The lead guitar thumped him on the shoulder as he went past. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be fine.” He went to […]
Suzie’s House 351 : The Decomposing Composure of a Gaunt Connection
“Gene?” Suzie could not have been more surprised. Instead of finding Drew on the stairs creeping up to her room, she found Gene trying to slip into his room in the dead of night. “Where have you been?” “No where.” He sounded grudging as he hunched over, his dark silhouette hulking. “This late at night?” Her voice rose despite her intentions. She shoved past him to reach the light switch.
55:A Visit to the Couch
. It begins with the twining of fingertips while talking across the breakfast table. A smile. A heated look. Suddenly the desire flares. A coffee cup gets overturned, puddles left forgotten. The floor’s too hard, table too unstable, don’t feel like b… It ends on the couch with a twining of fingers. It wouldn’t have happened without a twining of fingers. This 55 was inspired by Brian Miller. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a […]
Suzie’s House 350 : Pillow Thoughts
Suzie lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. A car drove slowly past, casting light-shadows across the dark ceiling like ghosts flowing through a sea of doubt. Like her thoughts, they kept flickering before going out with the low hiss of tires on pavement.
Old Tears
She was flipping through a photo album when she ran across the picture – her, crying. She remembered all the tears. Always, so many tears. But years later they were still married. They had their differences, but nothing important. And she couldn’t remember what all the tears had been for, only that they had to come before everything could be good. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction […]
Suzie’s House 349 : Catching Up Over Potato Salad
Drew couldn’t stop laughing. It felt so good to be here with Suzie and everyone else. He and the rest sat on the patio, “Seriously,” Vin said. “When you first walked into the kitchen I thought she’d deck you the same way she did Sean O’Connor. “Oh! Oh! I remember that!” Ben could hardly sit still. “She hit him with that really big cast iron pan. You know, the one that looks like something out of a cartoon. It was […]
A Journey Begins with a Single Step AKA – From Box to Box
He eyed the box. Only a few tissues left, and no chance to buy more before running out. There was another box in the kitchen, A third in the bathroom. Sneeze. Blow. One less tissue. He stood, placed all but one in his pocket, eyed the distance. Could he make it? Grabbed the last. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a […]
Suzie’s House 348 : A Casual Meal
There was something weird going on in the house. Around six o’clock Ben went down stairs to see what happened to supper. He’d just reached the front hall when someone knocked on the door. He opened the door for Lisa and Tracy, who walked right in.
