Flash Fiction: Alone
Inside the factory, she avoided sunlight that poked through holes in the windows. A mongoose spotted her and sniffed the air. It shook as if it had dengue fever and scurried away. If only it had stayed for a while. She felt as bereft as this desolate place.
Flash Fiction: Visitors
Dogs howl when six of us enter the fishing village on the western tip of the island at dusk. The moon flees behind a cloud. We are as strange as the texture of night. A mystery solved on the tongues of ancient sages from the Motherland.
Flash Fiction: Sister, Sister
For #SciFiFriday, here’s another flash-fiction piece from my writing archive, with minor adjustments. It pays homage to a movie I watched years ago. Can you guess the name of the film? Flash Fiction: Sister, Sister Hell was finding the sepia family photos and medical documents on an outdated chip. It was finally understanding the persistent,…