I’m detouring from my normal flash fiction this week, mostly because I spent all week catching up on beta reading, critiques, and other important writing “stuff”. Call me crazy, but if my to-do pile gets too high, I panic until I cut it down or complete it and get it off my desk. Thus, it’s Friday afternoon, and while my desk is clear, I have 2 loads of laundry to fold, another to dry, and just realized I failed to…
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April didn’t want to be here. The air was humid, and chlorine from the pool made her eyes burn. She pulled at a loose thread on her towel, ignoring the conversation unfolding around her. It was always the same, anyway. Hushed voices filled with false concern as they made snide comments about other people’s bodies. Well, now she knew where their daughters learned it. The endless gossip mingled with squeals from the kiddie pool and the lifeguard’s whistle. It might…
The Sullivan household was in an uproar. They’d been in the middle of decorating my evergreen branches when the power went out, plunging them all into inky blackness. Lanky Patrick and his freckled sidekick, George, made eerie ghost noises, eliciting squeals from their older sisters, while two-year-old Edward, who’d stood on tiptoe in his slipper-footed pajamas to add his Bluey ornament, joined the screaming. “Everyone calm down,” said Mr. Sullivan. “No need for hysterics.” “Here, Eddie,” Charlotte said. “I’ve got…