Flash Fiction

On the plane I showed them my bomb – just some red safety flares in the briefcase with wires and battery taped to them, but that worked.

The Centurion did know in his heart that Jesus was more powerful than Caesar, even more powerful than his many Roman gods.

When Vic lost another match and was now down $500, he began to make his move.

While trying to escape the crush of their supporters, Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders run into each other in a quiet bar.

How can I resolve to do something if nothing means anything now?

A three-year-old boy reacts to the assassination of President John F. Kennedy.

When he was born the midwife dropped Boy on his head. He was baptized privately; no one was ever told his name.

Being in love wasn’t allowed back then either; when he thinks about it, love has never been part of his life. Maybe that is the reason for the dreams.

Mom stands and looks at me with watery blue eyes. She feared losing Dad in Vietnam and instead lost him in a different war against cancer. No matter what the battle, the losses are the hardest thing to fathom or accept.

A boy gets his first haircut before starting Kindergarten in September 1965.