Private Sandman – #FlashFiction

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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Batterson – #FridayFlash fiction

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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Call Her Nike – #FridayFlash

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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