30 Days of Flash Fiction
David reached for the phone. His head throbbed. The vodka swam inside. Margaret is dead. Come to Cranshaw House immediately. David shot out of bed, hangover forgotten. Those bastards, they murdered her! They. Will. Pay. … This content is for members…...
He hurried past hustlers hanging out in front of xxx cinemas and dilapidated strip joints. “Got a rocket in your pocket?” He barely glanced at the woman as he plunged the knife into her gut…. This content is for members…...
The curveball is right over the plate. The swing and then the crack of the bat as it connects with the spinning ball. A rocket, high and deep, over the left-field bleachers and it’s gone…. This content is for members…...
Rocket went missing. We spent days combing through the house. Emily wanted to call the police. We hid our phones. Fred finally found him in a cupboard. We never told the kids. RIP little goldhamster…. This content is for members…...
He couldn’t wait. The rocket was ready. He would prove it to the world. They’d see and they’d know. He launched. He explored. He gasped. Dismayed, he returned. Head hanging, he cried, “It IS round.”… This content is for members…...
A coin clinks into a slot in an empty arcade. The dashboard icons glow in the darkness. Gripping onto the controls, he smiles as it starts to shake. Maybe it’s not as lonely in space. … This content is for…...
“What did you make?” Susan asked as she limped over to examine her son’s creation. “It’s a rocket, Mommy,” he replied. “So we can fly away to someplace else the next time Daddy gets mad.”… This content is for members…...
Frankencow heard low rumbling in the distance and looked up. Bingo rode a rocket across the sky, waving down to her. She shook her head, and hoped this trip wouldn’t end like the last one…. This content is for members…...
