Flash Fiction – Page 15

Flash Fiction: The Last Song

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers I use to be grand once. Shiny and reflective. Played for people on

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers My owner, or rather my slave rides a broomstick. Her ape boyfriend rides a

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers A relic of yesteryear. The old market and deli reduced to

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her Friday Fictioneers Please note: 100% Fiction! Mum liked the fake roses. Then again,

What the heck is that growing out of the window? A mole? A hive? Cancer? Get a ladder to

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala \Snap, crackle, pop. The fire breathes a life of its own. A connection between two

Aww, my head hurts. What day is it? Blah, furry tongue, I need mouth wash. Shit man why is there

“Screw you guys, I’m going home.” Timmy pouted and stormed across the field. Never a good sport. The apple of

No one saw Amber again. Her car found on the side of a remote road, untouched. No sign of

Is it a bird, is it a plane? No, it’s an unidentified flying object. Let’s shoot the crap out of