Flash Fiction: October 14, 2016

Panic engulfed Cedric as he snuck out of the Hufflepuff house to get to Hermione. The fulgent torches illuminated his way as a tissue floated through the whiffle of wind.  He imagined this sequence of events: an aperitif, popcorn and Scooby Doo, followed by some yum-tastic Blakeycakes and a slow dance.  

Flash Fiction: September 9, 2016

After twenty one years of marriage, my husband is watching football on our anniversary. It was just happenstance that I met the old hippie.  It started as friendship, not all Capulet and Montague. He was just a distraction. I was in this self-destructive relationship with an inked guy who spoke in all tautology, always saying …