The Night The Circus Left Town Philippe’s patience and magic faltered in the deluge. Where exactly was the carousel going to fit in this tiny UHaul trailer? The Clown Union had bargained for more “personal space”, the King demanded private quarters away from the snarling lioness and the acrobats were refusing to bunk together, again.
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The Spy Who Could Not Dance #Friday Fictioneers
The Spy Who Could Not Dance By Tracey Delaplain Sara, no longer sensible and bland, teetered towards the Pink Pussycat in her stiletto boots and leather miniskirt. Her spy instructor had assured her in his best mafioso voice that the mission would be, “A piece of cake sweetheart, just deliver the mouse”. Spotting her target…
A Party for Annie
A Party for Annie “Annie wants a birthday party with balloons. Six year olds like pink cake and ballerinas,” Jill instructed, her voice trailing off in a drug induced slumber. Owen peered over the bed rail at his crumpled wife and he dialed his sister’s cell phone. Answering on the first ring Cheryl’s speech was…
Skeletons in the Closet
(Copyright Douglas MacIlroy) Skeletons in the Closet Genre: Narrative Medicine Kat acknowledged her newest nanny with her best, I’m ok face, certain that it would be reported to her very important parents; never present themselves to notice. She chewed and chewed and then spit into her napkin; a distraction, a sleight of hand and the…
welcome diversions and writer’s block for friday fictioneers
genre flash nonsense 100 or so words Welcome Diversions “Another Friday Fictioneers huh?” he said looking over her shoulder as she read email in bed, “but it’s Wednesday, I don’t get it.” Mildly annoyed by the intrusion she replied, “I like the challenge of getting my story written by Wednesday for Friday.” “Then what will…
When A Door Closes And Other Cowboy Wisdom
I’m benched. I injured my hip and I’m in a fair amount of pain which probably colored my flash fiction today in more ways than one.
My Fountain of Youth – Friday Fictioneers
My Fountain of Youth “Red pill, blue pill, little yellow capsule,” she sorted out loud, bifocals askew. “The red’s for vim. The blue’s for vigor. The yellow is for good measure.” she quipped as she reached for her kale smoothie handing him the costly treasure with a gnarled hand she barely recognized. “How can you…
Swallowing Glass
Join me for Flash Fiction with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Friday Fictioneers. Follow the link to read what others are writing today. I realize that my narrative medicine posts have been morose but the stories have been writing themselves. My career has been mostly joyous but these stories of suffering, my own and my patients’ need…
Friday Fictioneers: The Last Porch
Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The Last Porch By Tracey Delaplain It wasn’t just a locked porch that separated her from the big house. It was her locked memories. “I can sing a show tune,” she muttered to her attendant. Never alone. Yet, always alone. “Well Hello Dolly, It’s so nice to be to be, hmhmhm.”…
Tangling Roots
Photo credit: Melanie Greenwood Tangling Roots She heard the seductive call drift in on the soft breeze that brushed her ear, “Come and dance”. Was it the tumor speaking or did the maze actually beckon her? The hopeless grinding assault on her breast had left her drained and devoid of her own voice. She had…
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