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Flash Fiction Friday: Honey
“Heather, did you take the honey?” The little girl withered. “It was a full jar,” Momma said. “Well….” Heather fidgeted with her dress....

Laura L. Zimmerman
Mar 10, 20171 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: The Comic Book
Harold was second in line. He’d fought hard to be the first one out of school, in a race to the comic book store to be there for the...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Mar 3, 20173 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: A Cry in the Night
The baby was crying again. Sarah rolled over with a groan. Her husband, Tom, was gone from bed. Probably getting a midnight snack. With a...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Feb 24, 20171 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: The Date
Chris rolled his eyes at the selection of flowers in the grocery store. When had the price gone up? He sighed and grabbed a bundle...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Feb 17, 20171 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: The Music Room
“That’s the last of them.” Dylan wiped sweat from his brow as he fell into a chair. The new Music Room overflowed with boxes, just like...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Feb 10, 20171 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: Invasion
Aliens aren’t real. That’s what I’ve been told the last twelve years of my life, anyway. Sure, science found a single-cell life form...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Feb 4, 20171 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: Outsider
Rain pelted the window, the one that separated frigid black night from the warmth of the brightly-lit room. She was in there. Pandora....

Laura L. Zimmerman
Jan 27, 20171 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: Simon Graham Bean
Simon Graham Bean, 46, passed away Friday night in his home in York. He is survived by no known living relatives. No services planned for...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Jan 6, 20172 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: The Christmas Present
Sarah shook her head and blinked at the world around her. Packages lay scattered on the snow-covered ground where she’d fallen on her...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Dec 30, 20161 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: Houses
I sit criss-cross applesauce and look up at my house. Mommy is working and I have to wait for her to come back. I pick at the lint on my...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Dec 16, 20161 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: The Numbers
“458, 3701, 3, 2, 1.” Stella joined Rocky in his walk as he counted his numbers. “Morning, Rocky.” She adjusted her backpack on her...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Dec 9, 20163 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: Lights Out
Thunder slammed against the side of the house, made the knees of the structure’s foundation tremble. The lights grew weak, blinked in...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Nov 25, 20162 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: Flames
Flames burn around me, as they lick the bookshelves, taste the walls, swallow every inch of library. I tilt my head against the wood...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Nov 18, 20162 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: Darla’s Friends
“More tea, Angelica?” Darla’s missing two front teeth made her smile appear bigger than normal. “And how about you, Mr. Snuffles? More...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Nov 11, 20161 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: The Song
The men had dropped anchor just off shore. I knew their kind. A quick visit to the mysterious island, maybe find a treasure or two....

Laura L. Zimmerman
Nov 4, 20162 min read


Flash Fiction: New Management
The Lady of the house is dead. This, coupled with the fact that her daughter—the only remaining heir—had been kept in ignorance her...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Oct 29, 20164 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: Drowned
Water. Above and below and inside me. Tendrils grasp at my hair, my arms and legs, pull me ever deeper. My chest is surrounded by a...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Oct 21, 20162 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: The Bookstore
Dust mites play on waves of sunlight. The few sharp rays that cut through the dirty window are a spotlight on weathered bindings of...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Oct 14, 20162 min read


Flash Fiction: The Woman in the Mirror
There’s an old lady staring at me. I’ve tried to ignore her, but each time I glance out the corner of my eye, I see her staring....

Laura L. Zimmerman
Oct 10, 20162 min read


Flash Fiction Friday: Stranded
Two-hundred twenty-two days. Or was it two-hundred twenty-three? I’d lost count. Didn’t matter. It had been more than seven months since...

Laura L. Zimmerman
Oct 7, 20162 min read
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