Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. Dripping water kept the time as we sat across from each other. I could’ve run a pull down her back. “Relax,” I said breaking the quiet. “You’re making me nervous.”…

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. “Brownies, pixies and, fairy dust,” he whispered stilling his shakes as laughter tried to wriggle out. “Brownies, pixies, and fairy dust.” He clasped his hands over his mouth as the…

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. I’m sorry if it upsets you, but I’m marrying her– The parchment fell from my numb fingers. The fool. How could he do this? Did family mean nothing to disappear…

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. Burke would have to speak with her tutors. The girl’s innuendo was hopelessly off mark. Tragically, her father would soon have his fortunes change. No more tutors. The letter made…

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. The heirs sat, waiting for the announcement. Garnette glanced at Garnock. He shook his head imperceptibly. leaving enough time for her to look forward before their father entered, their newest…

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. My jingle bells jangled with my irritation, neither improving my mood or waking the snoring man. I’d ribbon whoever’d come up with the shoes’ design. Unless I ended up hunting…

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. My husband paused washing the dishes, his gaze drawn out the window. “Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?” “Trying to trick me into helping? I won the bet…