#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...

Flash Fiction: The Mailbox

The death march to bataan otherwise known as the walk to my mailbox. It stares at me when I leave in the morning and when I return at night. I try to put it off for as long as I can but after a week, I get home and envelopes are sticking out every which way. Today I decide to wait until I get home. There’s enough fear and loathing in that God forsaken grey world of XXXX customer service department. Sorry, I’d probably get sued mentioning their name. “You better watch your ass Bob, this economy is bad and you don’t want to lose your job for being late do you?” Simon my “supervisor” then laughed heartily and slapped me on my back with his red, plumb, damp hands. I think I was about three and a half minutes late and that was because some idiot decided to run into a brick wall embankment and held me up over 2 hours in Atlanta traffic. I hope his head fell off. I usually leave the house hoping for only an hour traffic and I go have breakfast, relax before I have to deal with those “wonderful” customers. But here I am giving the evil eye to the unassuming wood and metal object. The wife’s home with little Will, my pride and joy. I think they are inside watching the sprout channel or something along those lines. I really don’t know anymore. All I do is sit up at night wondering how much longer we have here. I swallow the bile that had started to rise up in my throat,...

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...

#fridayflash Trying On Life

“Does this make my butt look big?” Asked Lani. Lani had her back to the dressing room mirror as she stuck her butt out and turned around to try and look at her derriere in the mirror. The green stretch pants wrapped her body and she looked at her shape and the fit, pleased with herself. I giggled. Of course your butt looks big, I don’t know why you’re acting like you don’t know the answer to that. “Yes” was all I said. I started scrolling through my email messages on my iphone while Lani continued to slowly shake her butt from side to side to get the full view of her more than ample hind part. I have been with Lani all day as we hop from store to store trying on and buying tons of clothes. For her that is. I am there for advice and as a clothes rack. “Sophie, hand me that yellow top. I’m going to see how it looks with these green pants” Said Lani. I followed the arc of her hands to see what yellow shirt she was talking about. “Lani, you have 3 different yellow shirts, which one do you want? I can’t read your mind you know” I replied. Lani dropped her hands then placed them on her hips. She cocked her head to her right side and started at me with a look of disbelief on her face. “Use your head girl, the yellow top with the green shimmer logo on the front. The Channel shirt dodo head.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirror. Lani...