His eyes were not black, nor were they blue. She could not place the color. They were so attractive that she felt her skin burn up and move in waves and ripples from her head to her toe.
Flash fiction
Two sides of a Coyne
One moment a man is holding his newborn baby declaring himself the happiest man alive and in the blink of an eye the heart rate monitor is beeping and flashing and the love of his life is unconscious.
Death Plods on the Next Man
He’d gotten away with this insolence severally and today also wouldn’t have been exempted. Instead, he tenders his withdrawal and stomps out of the office
JUST DO IT.
Just do it. It was an unusual Saturday morning and I couldn’t get my mind off the Nike tagline that was beginning to sum up recent events in…
Playtime with Sarah
“Catch me if you can!” Sarah’s laughter was breezy and carefree, like her. She scampered down the path, looking over her shoulder briefly. Nicholas shook his head at…