Sunday, January 19, 2014

Best Friends

Today's prompt words in bold.

Crouched in the crawl space behind the coat closet, I heard the experimental puppet in the kitchen. Tommy said it was lethal

Something crashed on the floor, perhaps the bowl I’d left next to the stove. I closed my eyes, saw broken faces, laughing, mocking. The door opened. I cried out. 


It was Tommy.

1 comment:

  1. Jim, our associate editor found you; we're looking for flash fiction writers to include in The Woven Tale Press, an arts and literary magazine. Some of your shorts are particularly striking and one longer one I took note of.
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    You can email me at and please reference your blog's url. Nice work.

    Sandra Tyler