flash fiction

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.

The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.

For the record, I didn’t mean to be born so tall. I didn’t ask for bulky shoulders or a head that doesn’t fit most hats.

Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.