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 never take stuff when I break into a house. I only leave stuff.
A corpse, maybe, or a bomb. Thieves are mean.
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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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How could he do me like he done? He knows my temper. He knows I carry. It’s like he wants me to kill him.
Never could say no to that man.
8 years old: On paper: heart, arrow, BO + AMY
23: On a cake: heart, arrow, BO + AMY
45: Amy heart, Ben arrow
46: On cell wall: arrow, heart, arrow, heart….
I caught me a leprechaun. Made him tell me where to find his pot o’ gold.
I found the pot.
It was full of gold.
Piss. It was a pot full of piss.
Leprechauns never lie.
“Sorry, sir. It’s my job to extract payment.”
“I’ll give you anything!”
“Bribery? Shame! I won’t take much. 10%, say?”
“Please don’t cut me!”
“You cheated on the boss’ daughter. Call this a stupidity tax.”
Chickens keep the ground disturbed.
Corpses breed worms.
Plus, fresh eggs.
Live in harmony with nature, that’s my motto.
Nobody knows I love the groom.
Nobody notices the caterer.
Nobody sees me with the bride.
Nobody suspects me.
I still have nobody, but neither does she.
Stroke of Luck
Did you know you can die of the heat?
Lena’s passed out from celebrating hitting the slots. I turn off the air and leave. Am I lucky, or what?
Julie was a hottie.
Bobby was, as well.
I caught the two together.
Now they burn in hell.
Bill liked a well-trained dog. Saved time to steal one.
Too bad he didn’t know “Good boy” was its kill cue.
Becca sent me a friend requestion on Facebook. One year to the day since I killed her.
Maybe she’s forgiven me?
Many thanks for money. Will write when get passport.
Seems stupid, when I already have the cash, but it delays suspicion 3-8 weeks, so….