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That thing floating down the Snake was mostly man shaped, but fish-belly white and asymmetrical ; one side bloated the other caved in. It floated past fields of lazy summer cows, floated past l...


A flash about making an entrance It was closing time; even the quick boys in the back room were sagging. I had called last call at ten to two, bar time and was pushing a rag over the same clean ...


Write a flash about something that is lost and then found again. Three variations on a theme. Took seventy minutes to type all three. Two of them I did my thinking with my fingers. One “No!” ...


Write a flash that could be an "I'm away" message for voicemail You’ve reached Haredawgs pocket. I’m not sure where it is. You should probably be careful about leaving a message, but your caller...


August 24, 2013

Flash Friday Adjunct; Tack

“I guess you must have been disappointed.” “I guess I must have been.” I didn’t have anything else, it had been years since I had thought about never seeing him again. He was a story I told whe...


“Accident on the seventy five,” I said before she could ask me why I was late. “Your dinner is on the table”. Cold. She was cold. Dinner was cold. My apartment was perpetual winter. “Hon?” “Wh...


Ok, I’m rusty so I’m taking a practice swing here. Under twenty minutes, the prompts were from Amy G, and were frog robe quilt coal ice sweetie. “Nice hook Sweetie, Western Union should be by an...


I’m going to pretend I have organizational skills. So far two set of flash Friday prompts have been set out in notes. The notes in toto are as follows. If you wanna play thes are the ones to play...


July 13, 2013

What it is, Flash Friday

I guess someone should explain what flash Friday is, if I don’t the burden falls elsewhere. That seems somehow wrong or at the very least chickenshit. What it is; it’s a writing exercise the way...


July 13, 2013

Saturday bio-flash

One day your going to have to face the deep, dark truthful mirror And it’s going to tell you things I still love you too much to say. That’s Elvis Costello. It’s the last thing I wrote to my wi...


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It’s all the same day, man