grab and go
Dad hit the brakes hard as we backed out of the driveway, nearly clipping the monumental Clinton/Gore ’92 billboard at the edge of our lawn. A few days ago, Mom had countered his Bush/Quayle sign with her own, staking it down in the yard while he was at work. “That thing is a hazard,” Dad... Continue Reading →
Hello, welcome to Darkstar Limited. You must be Fluffy. At your service. Wow, I love these wing back chairs. Thanks. Have have a seat, Fluffy. Why thank you. Ooh, nice and soft on my tushy. Great. Did you have any trouble getting here? Well, funny story. I took a wrong turn and got all sorts of... Continue Reading →
We were on the side patio. The sun fighting with the passing clouds. I’d just set the burgers on the grill as Lani and Heather sat with the kids, in the thick of negotiations over the usage of the Radio Flyer. I kept glancing back, smiling, at Heather’s kids, with my kids. Still hard to... Continue Reading →
I thought it was a good novel. Even before that day. We were young, broke, and in love. Mel's parents hated me. It was a struggle. Not quite a romance but then again not a thriller. But Mel’s wit and charm turned the pages and her beauty sealed the deal. But he was impatient. He wanted more.... Continue Reading →
How did I not see it coming? This is Dad I'm talking about, the same guy who blasts a search light into the sky from our backyard every Saturday night to let me know curfew was up. Like I was Batman. It was his fault I had no friends. A boyfriend? Forget it. Being the daughter of a... Continue Reading →
I have never done anything unpredictable. But that changed today when I woke up, packed a bag, went to the airport and randomly bought a ticket to Los Angeles. Gary thought it was perfectly predictable. He called it a textbook case of escapism. But that’s Gary for you, he predicted all my behavior patterns. Like... Continue Reading →
*This is my 100th story posted here at LunchBreak Fiction! I’m deep in the tunnels of Vita-Life when I hear the alarm. Another walk through, I’m supposing. What do I care? Just yesterday I walked out of the Aldridge Room with a fancy notebook explaining my severance package. Seems there’s no need for three... Continue Reading →
I’m stuck in this goofy time travel app I got through the IPhone B3. It must have a glitch or a virus or something because I selected the sixties. This is not the sixties. But I’m at my school, Wentworth High, and it’s dark out out. I’m roaming around a library full of worthless IBM computers with... Continue Reading →
I grew up privileged. An only child in a fancy house with a view of the ocean. I roamed its halls, and imagined its many tidy rooms filled with brothers and sisters. Dot was always there, anticipating my needs. She always knew what I wanted to eat before my stomach grumbled. She tucked me in... Continue Reading →
*A Continuation of Case Work, posted on 11/22/16... “Right here, Barb. Pull in right here.” “Nolan, chill. Not my first rodeo, you know?” “See there, 1832 Writersblock Ave.” “I know where it is, Nolan.” “Mr. Reinbough’s lair.” “Lair…Really Nolan?” “What?” “Just the way you talk. It’s going to drive me to drink is all.” “Not that again.... Continue Reading →
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