February Flash

February Flash(back)

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

January Flash(back)

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?”

December Flash II

December Flash(back) II

Something Sweet and Yummy for you!

Flash Fiction - December 24, 2014

“Boys,” he said, clapping his hands. Powdered sugar drifted down to dust us. Brett rolled off me and we stared up at him. The corner of Daddy’s mouth turned up, eyes sparkling. He pulled a candy cane from his apron pocket and handed it to Brett. 

“I thought you boys were going to clean up this mess.”

“We got a little distracted,” Brett answered, sticking his tongue out to curl around the candy. 

“Well, covered in sugar, you do look sweet.”

I held out a hand to Daddy in invitation. “Do you want a taste?” 

“Don’t mind if I do…”

December Flash

December Flash(back)

Flash Fiction 12-11-2014

A hand on my back, one around my waist, a cold nose nuzzled into my neck. “Andy,” he whispered, “have you been a good boy this year?” 

I, in turn, rubbed my scruffy cheek against his smooth one, sighing, enjoying the feel of his hands on me, wishing there was a few less layers between us. “I hope so,” I whispered back. “I do want Santa to bring me something good.”

“What!” He gently pushed me away in mock horror, and I spun to face him, pulling him to me.

“Silly,” I teased, “you’re the best present I’ve ever gotten.”