Tag Archives: old man
Chuva Imaculada (“Immaculate Rain” revision)
December of 1984. Not a single cloud marred the skyline that noon summer day in Sao Paolo, but there was rain. The favelados called it a Chuva Imaculada. They said the rain was born out of God’s own eyes. They … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction
Restless Legs
Charles ambled down the hall with his cedar cane. Others said he had a bounce in his step, though that was probably his old fedora flopping about. “Mr. Parkway! You have to go back to your room! Mr. Parkway!” Nurses. … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XX
Boy on the Green Moon
Out in space, there was a boy who lived on the green moon and an old man who lived on the blue moon. The boy ran around his moon, plucked cheese out of the craters, and had a grand time … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XVII
The News
The old man frowned at the television screen. “I hate Lou Dobbs and his fat head! Who even listens to this guy? All he does is rant all day about things he hates! Nobody cares!” He shouted, cupping his mouth … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XVII
Pumpkin Pie (revision)
“You a pumpkin pie fan?” the old man on the porch shouted at Judy. He was creaking back and forth in an old rocking chair, looking every bit like the beginning of a horror movie that her brother made her … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction
Cherry Pie (Revision)
“Back for more pie, eh?” Curtis whistled through his teeth. “No,” Judy said, holding her fresh-baked pie. “I thought I’d bring a pie as thanks for last time.” “What is it?” he licked his lips, though that could have just … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON II, Flash Fiction
Cherry Pie
“Back for more pie, eh?” Curtis whistled through his teeth. “No,” Judy said, holding her fresh-baked pie. “I thought I’d bring a pie as thanks for last time.” “What is it?” “It’s cherry pie.” “Mmmm,” Curtis lewdly licked his lips. … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON SESSION, Flash Fiction
Immaculate Rain (revision)
December 1984: not a single cloud marred the skyline that noon summer day in Sao Paolo. But there was rain. The favelados called it Imaculada Chuva, the rain being born seemingly out of God’s own eyes. For the first time … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON SESSION, Flash Fiction
Sadie Buys a Book (revision)
Mr. McCrary’s store is the only place Sadie feels a sense of serenity in her life. Rather than go home to an empty house, blogging and surfing the internet until her mom comes home from her night classes, Sadie sometimes … Continue reading
Filed under FEATHERTON SESSION, Flash Fiction
Pumpkin Pie
“Pumpkin pie is God’s food,” said the old man on the porch. He was rocking back and forth on an old rocking chair, like he was a character from some old timey flick based in Louisiana. “Excuse me?” said the … Continue reading
Filed under Flash Fiction, Session XII
