Tracks

Reaching for the phone was a natural response. Realizing he didn’t remember the number, his heart raced. Fear and panic took over, yet he was still conscious to cover his tracks.

Defeat in the Air

The way his body slumped, crumpling where he stood. Head down and his eyes seemed to burn the ground. I knew the news he received, even though I couldn’t hear it, wasn’t good. Even 20 yards or so away I could feel the defeat in the air, gnawing and burning. Leaving a wish that somehow

Not So Glad Tidings

Foaming surf pounds the pale sandy beach. The inspector imagines the sun and fun which will blanket this spot in a few months. In stark contrast to the frigid wind and snow relentlessly pelting his face. Now to more topical matters, he looks at the broken body that washed ashore this morning. My attempt at

Inquiry

Inspector Rose examines the blood painted wall in the old Patterson place. Feeling the footsteps and cold dead stare behind him, he simply asks “Who killed you Victor?”.

Spirited Visions

Fall 1978, Near an Appalachian mining town Driving up a narrow and curvy country road she is apprehensive. Her fiance had proposed only a month ago, in a few more months they’ll be wed. She has the same questions that most young women have before making the big plunge. Maybe a few doubts. The fact

50 Word Thursday #12

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #12 The rules are simple. Minimum 50 words, max 250, in multiples of 50. Using the pic or the following phrase or both. ‘He still wanted to go there, one way or another, and to find that brunette, if she existed’ Thanks Deb Whittam   ‘That’s when

Appalachian Gold

The wood, burning in the stove sends a slight crackle into the room. Steam rises invitingly, from the coffee cup, setting on the hand carved wooden table. It is a frosty morning in the hills. The mountain holds a treasure, coveted in this region. One that propels industry. Harvesting this dirty fuel, is never more

50 Word Thursday #11

This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #11 Thank you Deb Whittam   Along with the photo above, the following phrase serves as a prompt. ‘If I’d stopped to think I might not have done it, but fury is a great disregarder of caution.’ The rules are simple.  Write something, poem, short story, anything,

Flash Fiction: Derailed

Ya know how they say “there was something about her eyes”? In this case it was so true. Eyes that whisper, you will never make the cut. She entered the scene long and wavy in all the right places. There he is. He’ll be swimming in heartache by dawn, and he hasn’t even bothered looking

50 Word Thursday #10

50 Word Thursday #10 The image above and the following phrase, were prompts for this weeks exercise. “Whatever presence it was that had been observing her as she made her way through the woods, it was now pursuing her.” This is my humble entry.  Thanks Deb Whittam   Out in these thick trees, in the