Try 2 - Flash Fiction

Missing?

By Kathleen Kimball-Baker

The doberman whined as Dixie drove up.

The odor of liver frying inside assaulted her nose.

Only one other person dared cook here,

and he wasn’t welcomed after their parents’ murder.

Her brother had evaded the law for years -- till a bondsman found him wielding a butcher knife

 and grinning. “Next?”

He’d gone missing since.

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A first attempt at Friday Flash 55 . . .

The Creeps

by Kathleen Kimball-Baker

Simmons left work late so as not to be seen.

Partings always raised the hair on his neck.

He got as far as two blocks away before it happened.

Earlier, Magda cast tiny bones onto tattered black velvet.

She rarely missed a chance to spook her wretched ex.

Tonight, she sent crows with scarlet eyes.

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To join the fun, write any story you like in 55 words (no more, no less).

Then tell Mr. Knowitall, aka G-Man by leaving a a comment

on his own Flash-55 post.

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