Hot Flashes are tiny little stories–fireflies for your mind–usually of no more than 50 words, including the titles. Every month, I post a new one. Scroll down to see the previous ones.
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June HOT FLASH
“Act like you have it, and it comes to you.”
“And you’re doing what?”
“Buying a wedding gown.”
“I’ll wait to order the cake.”
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Review by: donna crow on May. 21, 2010
Marian Allen’s Hot Flashes are a delight. A complete short story in just a few lines: a conversation, a sketch of a scene or a character and then, the stinger in the tail. (tale?)
Flash fiction is to a short story what Haiku is to epic poetry.
Donna Fletcher Crow
author of The Monastery Murder Series
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North Meets South
On the ’net, I convinced her I was a guy in her gated community who could double her money in a sure-thing day trade. Nearly worked.
I shouldn’t have sent that picture of “my son” building a snowman. Who knew it’s summer in Australia?
Aliens Among Us
Blx and I disguised ourselves, modeling schematics found in a store. Poor Blx chose “The Visible Man,” which is silly. I chose something scientific, yet it’s I to whom people point and laugh.
“Operation” is anatomically correct, isn’t it?
She’s twice my size, but I’m the man, so I’m on the roof, adjusting the antenna.
I shriek as I slip, dangling by one hand.
“Hang on! Don’t move!”
Five minutes. No siren.
“Show’s over. Calling 911.”
“How many years, now?”
“Want a divorce?”
“Moonlight is so soothing.”
“Not to me.”
“I love to walk in the moonlight.”
“I’d rather run.”
I did, until she was still. Then I howled.
Go to the Flashbacks link for all years’ Hot Flashes.