April Flash

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Flash Fiction April 4, 2015

Practice, practice, practice. Sometimes he makes me so mad. Always telling me what to do, where to do, reminding me over and over again to practice. Like I don’t already know. Bad enough I get it all the time from my coach, but why does he have to do it to?

I pounded through the water: freestyle, butterfly, breast, back. Again and again and again. 

Yanked backwards, arms flailing, I was pulled upwards and surrounded. Lips caressed, kissing mine sweetly. I held on tight, didn’t even care who saw us. Daddy had me and all was right in my world. 

March Flash

March Flash(back)

Inspiration for Crash Landing

Flash Fiction March 21, 2015

Colin headed down the hallway towards the kitchen glancing into the open doorways. He stopped, took two steps back, and leaned against the door jamb looking into the hall bathroom. Ronan was leaning over, one hand braced on the sink as he stared intently into the mirror shaving. Colleen waited a moment for the razor to not be on his skin before he spoke. 

“Now there's a sight for sore eyes.”

Ronan peered over at him, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “What do your eyes have to be sore about?”

“Blinded by the beauty of two handsome men?”

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February Flash

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Inspiration for Crash Landing

Flash Fiction March 14, 2015

Collin looked up at the evening sky, seeing the first twinkling star emerge. “Starlight, Star bright,” he whispered, and then laughed at himself, shaking his head at his stupid thoughts. But what if…
It could never hurt to send a wish or prayer heavenward. And he did wish…

Wished he hadn’t had to endure the loss in his life, wished he had been able to let go sooner, maybe live a life not ruled by his past. 

He glanced over at the shoreline to see the two unexpected men who’d stumbled into his life. And he wished they’d never leave.

January Flash

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Flash Fiction 2-11-15

“Hey.” He pushed up from the bed to his elbows, cobalt blues eyeing me curiously. “You can’t come in here lookin’ like that and not give up the goods.”

“Like what?” I looked down at myself: ripped jeans, leather belt, tight t-shirt, cowboy boots.

“Like my favorite wet dream…” 

My head snapped up and he smiled, oh so seductively. “I...” Words stuck in my throat as he got up and circled around his bed towards me. I began to back away, but he snagged hold of my belt, stepping in close, his mouth to my ear.

“How ‘bout a ride?”