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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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To Ruins ( #FlashFiction)

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , on March 3, 2011 by dustus


Mesmerized by doe-lit eyes glistening tears, he holds her squirming, French-manicured hand. Heineken bottles sweat rings upon pick-up. Free fingers weaved together uncomfortably. Choking annihilating sadness, he tells her he would rather be the one when she says,
 

“Inoperable… can’t fix me through plastic surgery.”

Eying dance floor ash, he recalls their vacation to ruins.

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Ghosts of Grain Manor (Flash Fiction — One Stop Poetry Challenge)

Posted in Flash Fiction, One Shoot with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 6, 2011 by dustus

*The following Flash Fiction is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. This amazing prompt was shot by photographer Sean McCormick. He is featured today on One Shoot Photography Sunday.


Gen Y Abe contemplates raining stars. Fargone, lost beneath a firmament of midnight purple—reminding him of indelible contusions…. 

Awaiting his father passing out, Abe addresses nobody, decrying boondock loneliness.

“OMG, are you hearing me?” 

Feelings penned like squawking hens expecting predawn feed 86 years after Old Man Preston hung himself from the warped grainery rafters.

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*The above flash 55 was just written for One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. 

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