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Birdside View – #FlashFiction

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , on May 12, 2011 by dustus


I’m pleading: “Dude… Let it go.”

…Waitress delivers shots, shakers, lime wedges, perspiring Coronas.

“Nope. Gonna buy that white house next door. Paint a Godzilla-sized middle finger on the side. Let her admire that every time she sprinkles her prize petunias.”

“Umm… that’s extremely juvenile.”

“Yep,” he belches. “But it’s good you’re finally laughing, Bro.”

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Private Sandman – #FlashFiction

Posted in Flash Fiction, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on April 30, 2011 by dustus

Squad radio D.O.A, our unit maneuvers into position—digging the left flank. Sandbags, Sarin-gassing;  flesh of women and children burst shielding salvos. “We’re outnumbered, Sarge!”  Hellfire overrunning our battalion. “Retreat!” Full-scale mortar rounds; Nighthawks laying bombs. As I suffocate under sand, readying to pull that goddamn ring-pin when deafening alarm blare delivers me from self-destruction.

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The Above Flash55 was written for One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge.  Rose Frei took the beautiful photo. She is the interviewee today (courtesy of Chris G.) over at One Stop Poetry. Check it out!

Batterson – #FridayFlash fiction

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , on April 28, 2011 by dustus

Former Drill Sargent Haines boots him out for dropping F-bombs…. Freshman returns following morning. Haines halts him at the threshold.

“Change your attitude?”

“Fuck off!” Kid pulls a blade.

Haines decks him and the knife disappears.

Haines’s cuffed; marched outside….

Cop asks, “Where’s your car?”

“Over there.”

“Get in and don’t come back to Batterson.”

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If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55 Fiction piece (in 55 words), then please come tell G-Man.

Call Her Nike – #FridayFlash

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2011 by dustus


7 1/2-year-old soccer uniformed Titan. She thumb-twiddles texting opposite Dad’s dividing laptop. His scream on call, “I lost $400,000 in equity!”

“Dad, my game…”

Ignoring daughter, insults ensue; breakfasters cringe…

“Stop whining…” He orders daughter, “Take my tray!”

“But, Daaaad… I don’t know where it goes.”

“Quit being a goddamn baby, and just do it!”

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Concentrated Backwash – #FridayFlash

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 7, 2011 by dustus


Beside myself, this hack saw the arcade; skeeballing hours roll, earning red cross lifeguard wife beater.  Ahhh, oceanside—Na+, spawn,
crustaceans crawling… High-strung tentacle.

Hear sonorous billows drift. Bobbing weight lunatic. Mistaken tampon for sea life. There! Culture germinates flotsam in shallow glass bottom petri.  Seething, concentrated backwash—sorry, couldn’t help thinking of Snooki.

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“His Break” ( #FlashFiction )

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 31, 2011 by dustus


4 am in Times Square pizzaria. I’m chasing plain slices with large drafts, catching a buzz beside stars…

“Fugetaboutit!  It’s art… Play with your heart! …Play with your soul! …Play with your goddamn balls!”

Fist-bumps. Hacking laughter…

“Listen, Slim. My break’s over.”

Danny hugs his musician brother; then returns to toss a pile of dough.

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Southern Discomfort [ #FlashFiction ]

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , on March 17, 2011 by dustus

Bovine-eyed and cringing by decibels, her daughter glances across the café at the exit sign. Mom’s diatribe goes south.

“Gawwd…  Don’t you remember Florida?  That waitress sits down at our table fer chrissakes! ‘How yeww folks doing? Y’all having a nice day?’ she asks. ‘May I take yerr order?’

“Yeah, lady… leave us alone!”

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