Too early to set up yet, Ronny lit a cigarette. The target wasn’t due for another forty minutes. Ronny preferred it that way. He liked to relax before each job. It was a time to collect his thoughts and prepare. At twenty-eight, Ronny was still new to the business – just a week shy of…Continue reading The Target
Tag: flash fiction
A Symbol of Hope
Introduction I started this flash fiction story yesterday while a pot of soup simmered on the stove. I didn’t get a chance to finish it until this morning. When writing a flash fiction story, I try to keep it as lean as possible, keeping it around the 1000 word count. I hope you enjoy reading.…Continue reading A Symbol of Hope
The Reaper
Jane didn’t fear the Reaper – because she was gonna take down the Devil. She was tired of waiting for someone to help her. She’d been waiting for seven years while he beat her blacker than his soul. And when the bruises faded, he’d start again. She was done. The time had come to end…Continue reading The Reaper
Murder on Birch Street
Max was lying in his usual spot for this time of evening. He prided himself on being a creature of good habits, and the fire was so inviting during the cold winter months in Fortune Bay. As Max looked back on his day, he wondered whether to show Maddie. What would she think? She’d always…Continue reading Murder on Birch Street