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The Oblivion of Charlotte DuMont

This story won Honorable Mention at WOW! Women on Writing Spring ’16 Flash Fiction Contest. Sometimes, writing in journal form gets the creative juices flowing. The Oblivion of Charlotte DuMont April 14 The grief counsellor at St. Mary’s gave me this journal. She said writing helps, but I think she’s an idiot. Writing won’t bring…

The Day My Cousin Tried to Murder Me Flash Fiction

The Day My Cousin Tried to Murder Me

I stepped ankle deep into the frigid water in the upper pool of the waterfall. Jolts of pain shot up through my knees and hips. “What’s wrong, Enna? Scared?” I shot a warning glance at Jake. Ever since Mom had left me with my aunt, he’d been a constant nuisance. For three years, I’d listened to…

Flash Fiction Contest Winner “Caught”

This piece placed in the top 10 of the WOW! Women on Writing Spring 2014 Flash Fiction contest. I love writing flash fiction. I love flash fiction contests even more. This particular piece made my mother worry about my sanity. Decide for yourself. “Caught” was originally published here. Caught “You’re not my Mommy!” My gaze flicked…

The Silenced One

This piece won Honorable Mention in the WOW! Women on Writing Summer 2015 Contest. It is part of an upcoming novel, Myra Graver and the Seven Mistakes.   I awoke in complete darkness. My mouth tasted like bile. I tried to sit up, but the nausea and throbbing headache shoved me back down. I blinked,…

The Games We Play

“Any luck, Tommy?” Bruce called from the steps of the Mercantile. I pulled my face out of my coat long enough to say, “Still looking,” then retreated like a turtle in the clutches of an alligator. The smell of wet dog permeated the layers of polyester batting. “The Beast” whipped his tail against the pine…

An Exercise in Writing from the Senses

My Love, I swear you’re haunting me. Today I sat on our big rock. You know, where the stream trickles into the lake? I closed my eyes, savoring how the western sun warms my face, how the oars splash and pull through the water, how the reflections dance across my eyelids… Then I thought of…

Today’s Children

“Today’s children should be taught how to paint,” Beth mumbled around her cigarette. She scribbled on a clipboard, then clicked Beethoven’s Fifth with the retractable pen. “Not again,” I groaned. “We don’t need any more aspiring Van Goghs cutting their ears off.” I barely caught her clipboard before it hit my chest. Her cigarette flared,…

Ordinary Ornery

“Never fill the gas tank above three quarters full, or the cap will leak.” “Okay, Grandpa.” “And don’t let it fall below a half tank, or you’ll work the fuel pump too hard.” I rolled my eyes. “So, I have a quarter tank to use?” His steely eyes glinted, but he never backed down. I…

Life Lessons from a Junk Drawer

I have two junk drawers. These evil chasms full of misfits staked their claim in my kitchen. I am ashamed and slightly afraid of what lurks inside. Broken pink headphones strangle the never-used addition flash cards. Rogue keys laugh, “You’ll never remember what I unlock!” Dehydrated pens skulk in the dust bunnies, waiting to dupe…