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Needle and Thread
June 1, 2008 in 299 Words, Childhood, Destiny, Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Food, Holiday, Literature, Memory, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Ceremony, Child, Deceit, Destiny, Family, Father, Holiday | 3 comments
I might have chosen the needle and thread, thereby insuring myself a long if not necessarily happy life, or the bow and arrow, the significance of which seems obvious. My rich aunts had both grabbed rice cakes on their ceremonial turns around the table Read the rest of this entry »
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A Christmas Sort of Story
December 24, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Christmas, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Child, Holiday, Love, Parent | 19 comments
You are not an accident, little one. You were in my care even before you were born. You have a place inside me still and always will. I have big plans for you, little one, plans as grand as galaxies and as unfathomable, but they mean nothing. Read the rest of this entry »
Christmas Goose
December 23, 2007 in 299 Words, Christmas, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Food, Holiday, novels, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Violence | Tags: Butcher, Food, Holiday, Killer, Knife | 6 comments
How you begin is who you are. Only a killer can do it alone; for others, whether you slice, chop or do field surgery, have someone reliable hold the bird by the wings at the shoulders. Read the rest of this entry »
Thanksgiving
November 3, 2007 in 299 Words, Fable, Family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Food, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Family, Fantasy, Food, Holiday, Horror, Satire | 15 comments
She was our youngest and tender-hearted (tender, in fact, throughout) and therefore hard to eat. All through the lengthening day, the aroma tempted us to open the oven and peek, to pluck at the crisping skin, to let just a bit of her escape. Read the rest of this entry »
Invention of Love
September 5, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Nuclear Bomb, Nuclear Family, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Discipline, Family, Father, Holiday, Love, Son | 5 comments
We were born and nearly raised by the time love was invented. Just after the big bombs went off, it was, when parents went looking for hope and found it in their suddenly nuclear families. Read the rest of this entry »
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