Stan had always loved his car. He thought it was bold, daring, creative, and, in his own words "the sort of thing that gets noticed in a crowd." It had been his dad's first, a rusty old thing that scarcely worked, but a few parts had seen to that. An artist friend and some cans... Continue Reading →
Roaring engines drowned out all else. The cars tore down the dirt track and it was as if a great storm had come, full of barking thunder and great clouds. And the lightning... She could feel the lightning in her: coursing through her mind, through her blood, through her heart, through her soul. It was... Continue Reading →
“I’m sure that the little girl in that back seat was signing us…” Harrison protested. "She wasn't," Judy snapped. "She was." "And what makes you think it was us she was signing at?" Judy asked. "Out of all the people on this road?" Harrison mumbled his reply and kept glancing down, unwilling to meet his... Continue Reading →
The car sat by the old green shed, bright a blue as ever: the blue of eggshells and spring skies. Those white eyes stared at me from the headlamps as I approached. "You don't know, do you?" I asked, laying a hand upon the bonnet. "Nobody told you." It was a silly thing to say.... Continue Reading →
This is my entry for this week's Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Check out the prompt and other entries here. Word Count: 145 "There are laws against parking cars on the sidewalk," the store owner said, glaring at the vehicle outside. It was painted like a hippy's dream, a wooden crate of plants strapped down to... Continue Reading →
