An Apple a Day: Friday Fictioneers

Everyday at school Rachel uncovered the dreaded apple packed neatly at the bottom of her brown paper lunch bag. Everyday, mom’s fruit of choice was an apple. “How boring,” Rachel thought as she tucked yet another apple into the bottom of her locker. Everyday Rachel lied to mom when asked if the apple was eaten. But today, today was a special day. “We have enough.” Hannah squealed, as the best friends counted the apples and placed them into their backpacks. The scent of warm, freshly baked pie wafted through the house as the girls gleefully sang Happy Birthday to mom. … Continue reading An Apple a Day: Friday Fictioneers

Where’s the Floor: Friday Fictioneers

The taxi made its way up the dirt road, dust spewing into the air, squirrels darting away from the tires that bumped over mounds of uncut vegetation. As it came to a jerking stop Ursula jumped out into the summer sun, arms stretched towards the sky and squealed, “We’re here! It’s ours!  Bags forgotten she flung open the creaky gate and rushed towards the front door. The key jammed and stuttered, but finally the knob turned releasing the door from its hinges into the house, down into a gaping hole. There was no floor. Houses aren’t something you buy online. … Continue reading Where’s the Floor: Friday Fictioneers

No More Pillow Talk: Flash Fiction

She stood at the kitchen window pensive and disconnected.  The sink full of dishes had been waiting all night.  Her wrinkled hands picking up a dish absent-mindedly as she gazed into her neighbour’s kitchen. The early morning sunlit rays highlighted the dust floating in the air. She followed the beam with her eyes. It landed on his grey balding head.  She missed his visits. He turned and waved knowing she was there, she shot back to life. Gone are the days of hugs and handshaking she thought. No more pillow talk, we’ll just have to talk through the fence again. … Continue reading No More Pillow Talk: Flash Fiction