Thursday, December 17, 2009

Flash Fiction Friday - The tattoo artist




The Sign Read, ‘We Serve Royalty’
By Kathleen Kimball-Baker


“You’re sure?”
She nods.

“I just didn’t think it was allowed.”
“It’s not.”

“Right to left, correct?”
“Yes.”

When he is done, she lets down her kohl hair, covers up the tender skin at the nape of her neck,
pays in crisp bills.
A limo waits outside.

“Tell me what it means?”

“Sweet memories.” 





Image: Seventy Thirty a.m. Oil on board by Philip Geiger

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Thanks for the suggestion, Natalie!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Flash Fiction Friday - This one's for G-Man!






A Good Shave
By Kathleen Kimball-Baker



“Do you always wear such soft clothes?” he asked.

“Yes. Can’t stand anything rough on my skin.”

He grinned. “I’ll be back in just a minute.”

Sophie hugged her legs and surveyed Galen’s cozy study.
She liked his work, mostly nudes. 

“Oh, you shaved!”

Eyes closed, she touched his chin.
“It’s my birthday,” he whispered.



Image by Nestor M.


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Thursday, December 3, 2009

Flash Fiction Friday - Litter mates




Biscuits & Gravy
By Kathleen Kimball-Baker




“Pat?”


Anne’s eyes smiled even when closed.


Yes, darlin’?


“Remember that mongrel you brought home when you was a boy?”


"Hmmm. Mama wasn’t too happy."


“What’d we name her? Cookie?”


"Biscuit. And the two pups that lived, Gravy and Whisky."


“Just like you’n me . . .”


"Yup."


..........




“Hurts.”


Pat tapped bubbles out of the morphine shot. 







Image by Brad Holt
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Friday, November 20, 2009

Flash Fiction Friday - Where ever that might be







Going Home
by Kathleen Kimball-Baker


 She waited on the bench, noticed a house key to her right.
Bummer, she thought. She’d lost hers before, too.
Her bus arrived and she boarded.


Three blocks south, an old man limped.
I can never go back.


A young couple peered into the grimy window.
“I can see us growing old here,” she smiled.

Image by jimccoy

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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Flash Fiction Friday - Mom






Best of Intentions
By Kathleen Kimball-Baker


Sally’s white hair sparkled in afternoon sunlight
She lifted her head from the couch.


“Where am I?”
 “You’re with me, Mom.”
“I don’t know what’s happening anymore.”
“It’s OK. I’ll take care of you, promise.” 


Light shifted, glistening off little white bristles on Sally’s chin.
Her daughter had promised once
she’d always keep those plucked.




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So about last week's 55 . . .


Honestly, I don't know where this stuff comes from.
Which is why I just love participating in Flash 55 Friday.
 I sit down and what comes flying down from my imagination
 and through my fingers into the keyboard is what you see.
I know that that I've red bits and pieces about Aboriginal people
of Australia and the Dream Time and creation stories.
I know that I've always wanted to go to Uluru, that it calls to me.
And so all that coalesced into last week's strange little tale.
That's as much as I know, folks!
(Hope that's enough 'splainin' for Ms Boomer!)


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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Flash Fiction Friday - Homecoming








Reunion
By Kathleen Kimball-Baker




The dreams came frequently now.
The closer she got, the surer she was.
The last of her water moistened the rims of her mouth.
“I’m coming, my love,” she whispered. 
Uluru 
There. Red and glowing, just like in her dreams.
She kneeled. Closed her eyes. Yes.


~


In Alice Springs, a new constellation was seen.




Image by nosha

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Sunday, October 4, 2009





Scalpel at the airport


Those stainless steel
carts stacked with
gray tubs for shoes,
belts, and other
precious things?


I hadn’t noticed their
gleaming surface
before, not till the day
I said to my last born


goodbye


That’s when 
I saw how
they resemble
operating tables,


and something carved
me open as I watched
him pass through the
security arch, disappear,
moving his life away.


Clean cut, no sutures,
left to heal with time.
So fast, no one even saw.


I bent my arm
to wave not grasp,
lifted my lips against
the gravity of sorrow


and blew him a kiss.




Image from marinabroere.blogspot.com

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Flash Fiction - 7



Ring Toss
By Kathleen Kimball-Baker


He gambled.
Toss the ring into the lake -- or not?
She watched, silent, shivering.
Would he really?
Could he?
She’d given her word.
He his.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. 
Rain fell.
Noises in the woods. Branches snapping.
Voices. Shadows spreading.
The wind picked up.
“It’s now or never.”
Please?
“I can’t.”
He jumps.





Image by iecss


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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Flash Fiction - 6








A Taste of Snow
By Kathleen Kimball-Baker



Sasha could smell the smoke from a wood-burning stove ahead.
Her weary followers lowered their heads against the blizzard.
Far behind, the woman in a parka clung with one arm,
her eyelashes frozen shut.

Reaching the cabin, Sasha’s cries awakened the man inside.
He found her in a heap,
licking ice off her paws.

Image by paul+photos=moody
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