#FridayFlash: Who Are You?

Of Course it had to be raining. It was so cold. The icy rain wasn’t helping. It pelted on my jacket and ran down my selves. Smoke was coming out of the street in different places. I don’t know why. What is under there that makes smoke come from the street. I feel like the street is going to blow up at any second. It hasn’t yet so I guess it’s okay. This big burly guy with a stained now yellow wife beater on, a yellow button down shirt and a down coat ushered me into the centers van. At least it wasn’t raining in here. I looked behind me and saw one other guy sitting down with his head against the window. I didn’t see his face because he had a black hoodie on. Mr. Burley slammed the door behind me and went to the drivers seat and started the van. The city passed outside the van in a blur. With the Van splashing through the streets and the rain coming down, it was hard to focus on anything. I noticed when the neighborhood changed. Neither the rain or the speed of the van could take the streets away. First came the abandoned buildings, the poor buildings with lights on and people mulling around. Then came the neighborhood where half the buildings were nice and half weren’t. Now came the expensive neighborhoods. The streets were clean, no one was outside, even in the dark I could see they had flowers on the bottom of their windows. It must be real expensive to get flowers on your windows. Looking...

#friday flash : Coming Home

The Bus pulled up to the Greyhound station at one twenty two in the morning. Betty his wife was standing in the corner of the station huddled in the red and white bomber jacket he gave her two years before. He’d been waiting for this moment for so long, it seemed unreal that it was actually here. Stepping down the stairs of the bus, he inhaled deeply. The familiar smells of home filled him with comfort, safety. The small town he’d grown up in was still the same. Everyone and everything around him was still the same. He put the smile he felt, on his face and walked to his beloved Betty. When Betty saw Robert, she couldn’t contain herself. On the way to the greyhound station, she told herself she wouldn’t cause a scene. She would wait until they got home before she jumped all over him. She would wait until they were behind closed doors to show him how much she missed him. Those things should be done in private after all. All of her planning went out the window when she saw Robert. His day old beard cast a shadow on his slim face. His dark brown eyes, as bright as she’d always remembered them. The dimples that marked only his left cheek greeted her and that did it. She hauled her five foot five frame at her husband. Dodging the few patrons that lingered around the station, not caring if anyone saw or felt her excitement. She reached Robert and threw herself into his arms and held on for dear life. Her eyes closed instinctively...

#fridayflash Building Blocks

A knock sounded at the door. “Thomas?…Are you okay in there?” It had been over forty five minutes since Thomas locked himself in the hall bathroom. “I’ll be out in a minute Mom.” The ever caring Judith, thought Thomas. Always worrying about her baby boy. Although he was twenty eight, Judith never missed a chance to let Thomas know how much she loved him and how much he means to her. Every second he thought about what he was about to do, made his stomach tighten and his head spin. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and started to feel the pink walls closing in on him. Immediately, he turned on the faucet and flashed a handful of ice cold water on his face. Thomas knew a panic attack was coming, and he needed to stop it before he lost his nerve. He sat on the side of the tub and started to arm himself. The self discipline he gained when he succeeded in losing the sixty three pounds he put on after high school, he placed in his right back pocket to push him along. One step at a time. The courage he learned he possessed after he fought with his best friend against three bear sized bullies in 10th grade instead of running and hiding, he placed in his right front pocket. The loyalty he showed when he didn’t go away to college like all of his friends, but stayed at home, and found a job to help support his family because they needed it, he placed in his left back pocket. The honor he...

#fridayflash Oh What A Nightmare

Mark knew he was dreaming, but he couldn’t wake up. Cold air surrounded Mark as he walked, hunched in his raincoat traveling north on 3rd Avenue. He passed restaurants, clothing stores, a dry cleaner and a shoe repair shop all closed up for the night. Mark was alone. No one else traveled 3rd Avenue at this time of the night. He wasn’t afraid of being alone. He rather liked it. He didn’t have any responsibility to anyone else. No wife, or kids or dependents. He didn’t even have a pet. There was no one he had to take care of, and no one to take care of him. The moon followed directly above shining full and bright. He walked these streets every night, it was familiar. He could navigate it with his eyes closed. Tonight was different. The air felt heavy and Mark could swear he heard his name being called as the wind blew. Then he heard it coming from behind him, footsteps. Mark looked around as he walked, listening through the sounds of HVAC systems humming and cars a few blocks away, to the sound of unseen footsteps. It started as prickles at the back of his neck, then it made its way down Marks back to his feet. Fear. The sound and pace of the unseen footsteps sped up with the beat of his heart. Mark walked faster, the footsteps followed faster. Smoke rose up from underground cellars, limiting Marks vision. Marks breath quickened and he started to sweat. He was almost home. He only came out to call his mother from the pay phone to...

The Greatest Question Of Our Time

“Thank you for joining us tonight on a special edition of the V Factor. I am your host Scott Lane. Joining me are two prominent voices in the ‘should we or shouldn’t we’ debate. Should we reveal ourselves to humans or should we continue to live and feed in the shadows. This is one of the most important questions our kind has faced to date. With us tonight is Cornelius Voss of the Night Riders Secret Society (NRSS) and Nathaniel Quinn of the National association for the Advancement of Vampires (NAAV). Mr. Voss, I’ll start with you. What do you make of the recent talk of coming out to the human population. “It’s ridiculous. Look, I’m over 1000 years old. I remember the last time a group of humans got wind of the existence of vampires and they went crazy. Vampire hunts, burnings, staking– an all out war. What did we gain from that? —I’ll tell you NOTHING! The thought that you NAAVs would want to go down that road again is crazy. It’s down right stupid to think anything different will transpire. Do you want a war on your hands. Plus what’s the point? We’ve enjoyed a good thing here. We exist in the shadows, able to prey on whoever we want with no consequences. We don’t belong to any country or government but our own, If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it plus–” “We don’t belong to any country or government and we have no rights. We have to live under the thumb of nefarious organizations like the one you represent Mr. Voss. Looking over our shoulders...