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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December HOT FLASH
I kill him every year at Solstice.
I’m the Summer King, you know, and he’s Winter.
He always looks different, but I know Winter when I see him.
And I kill him.
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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.
“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.”
It’s beautiful, really.
Humans invade our merfolk beaches. We attack. The blood attracts our enemies, the sharks, and they get blamed.
Well, not for the humans ….
1 marriage = 2 people
2 people + 1 on the side = eternal triangle
2 – 1 + 1 = 1 new marriage
2 + 1 bulldog cop = 25 to Life
Grim the Fire Dog
Act like a pup. Kids like pups.
This looked good: young couple, 3 kids under 4. Charm ’em, get in the house, burn it.
A 5-year-old came out in a Gruff T-shirt.
Damn! Foiled by my twin again!
Pumpkin Ever After
They empty me, carve a hideous face on me.
They put a green light in me on Halloween. I’m ghastly. Repulsive.
Even more so after I’ve sat, fly-blown and forgotten, for a month or so.
You long for Spring; I, Autumn.
In Spring, trees form an impenetrable green wall.
Autumn bares the view. I can see you. Or your closed blinds, thin shields from my longing gaze.
Go to the Flashbacks link for all years’ Hot Flashes.