Archive for flash55

Concentrated Backwash – #FridayFlash

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 7, 2011 by dustus


Beside myself, this hack saw the arcade; skeeballing hours roll, earning red cross lifeguard wife beater.  Ahhh, oceanside—Na+, spawn,
crustaceans crawling… High-strung tentacle.

Hear sonorous billows drift. Bobbing weight lunatic. Mistaken tampon for sea life. There! Culture germinates flotsam in shallow glass bottom petri.  Seething, concentrated backwash—sorry, couldn’t help thinking of Snooki.

______________________________________________
Care for a Flash Fiction Reading?
_____________________________________________________
If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55 Fiction piece (in 55 words), then please come tell G-Man.

“His Break” ( #FlashFiction )

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 31, 2011 by dustus


4 am in Times Square pizzaria. I’m chasing plain slices with large drafts, catching a buzz beside stars…

“Fugetaboutit!  It’s art… Play with your heart! …Play with your soul! …Play with your goddamn balls!”

Fist-bumps. Hacking laughter…

“Listen, Slim. My break’s over.”

Danny hugs his musician brother; then returns to toss a pile of dough.

______________________________________________
Care for a Flash Fiction Reading?
_____________________________________________________
If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55 Fiction piece (in 55 words), then please come tell G-Man.

Theatre of the Absurd

Posted in Flash Fiction, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 6, 2011 by dustus


Final Act
(across background)

Elvis-attired Andy Kaufman

Crowns Hulk Hogan

Folding chair concussing!


(Center-staged, foreground)
Man:

“Can’t afford my funeral

Nobody’s home

Life’s meaningless

Stop with Nostradamus!

Nobody’s coming

Lowman

To cardboard homes

Pozzo not-so Lucky

Words POOF…

polluting wind”

(He crumples script
Then takes out cell;
Texts girlfriend
Exits
Meets her at coffee shop
Offering
Forget-me-nots)

________________
Care for a reading?

*The above Flash Fiction 55 (microfiction in 55 words) is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge.

The prompt is courtesy of photographer Jacob Lucas. He is featured today on One Stop Poetry. Check it out. Please leave him a comment if you dig his work.  (The interview was conducted by Chris Galford).

Gin & Tonic Seizure ( #FlashFiction )

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , on February 17, 2011 by dustus

Carnations, chrysanthemums burn dislodged nasal septum. Footfalls crunch gravel the stiff procession trod. Hunched-backed, they snake two-by-two offering white roses.

I sneeze blood into her pink handkerchief.

“Who died?”

“My grandfather.” Her eyes hid behind fine graying blinds—don’t know her.

Restless tremors shock…

“Am I dreaming?”

“Yes,” her reply.

I collapse awake clutching my ears.