Bailey saw the sign last. It was a lonely, lighted sign alerting all those unfortunate to be traveling on I16 west through Georgia at 3:22 AM that the next exit was 34 miles away. There was no one else on the road. No one.
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flash fiction friday
Friday Flash: Morning Coffee
It was time for me to answer for all of my indiscretions and I was terrified.
#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…
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…
#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…
Flash Fiction: 8 Minutes
It’s too hot to play outside, thought Anna as she sat on the ground in the backyard of her house. Her Grandmother was busy hanging just washed clothes to dry on the line that went all the way from the house to a tree about 30 feet away. 8 year old Anna bent down to…