Flash Fiction #2: Witness

Witness

by

Tawanna Sullivan

Tracking down the country home of reclusive actress Monica Little hadn’t been easy, but Longworth wanted the money shot. As darkness settled over the isolated estate, he crept along the bushes with his lens trained on the back of the house.

Waiting for the star to appear, Longworth was startled by a gunshot. Henri, Monica’s latest lover, emerged from the woods dragging a sack behind him. He stopped next to a freshly dug hole—a grave—and fell to his knees.

The bag stirred.

Fueled by terror, the paparazzo rushed Henri from the side and smashed his camera into the Frenchman’s jaw. Reaching for the bag, Longworth felt warmth…flesh and bone. Tearing apart the plastic, he finds—a deer.

Henri struggled to his feet. “Idiot,” he hissed through a bloody mouth. “I don’t bury her! I dig her up!”

The rejuvenated woman ascended from her retreat. Lose bits of earth fell from her brown, ethereal frame as she bathed in moonlight. The smile she graced Henri with turned vicious when her gaze fell upon the interloper. A tongue flickered over jagged teeth.

Monica Little was hungry.

(c) 2013

*You can find an explanation and flash fiction #1 here.

Flash Fiction #1: Famished

About this time last year, I had two flash fiction pieces accepted into an anthology…that has now been officially cancelled.

So, what the heck, I’ve decided to share them here. Story #1:

Famished

by

Tawanna Sullivan

It started when I let Tim have a taste of the chicken cordon blue. He talked about how lucky I was to have a woman who could cook. His old lady didn’t know how to crack an egg. I had to chuckle at that.

It wasn’t so funny when he became obsessed with my lunch. Every day, salivating over my beef wellington or eggplant towers—the man was a nuisance.

One day, Lauren stopped by to drop off my wallet and love hit Tim like a cast iron skillet. He grumbled ’bout how a beautiful woman like that deserved better than an old bulldagger.

First came the late night phone calls. Then, Lauren began going out with “friends” I’d never met. Tim stopped looking me in the eye.

When she moved in with him, Tim thought he had scored a coup. Fool maxed out his credit to give Lauren the kitchen of her dreams. Come lunch time, though, all he has to show for it is watery tuna salad on stale bread.

My ex can’t cook worth shit.
(c) 2013

famished

Fats & Charlotte

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After a concert in Tree Top Grove, Fats decided to call on Charlotte, a lady friend he hadn’t seen in eight years.

 

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To prove that he still had “it”, Fats performed his infamous hat trick. “My trunk had a few more groves,” he chuckled, “but it still had all of the moves.”

 

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Charlotte appeared suitably impressed. “You have a trick for me? Well, I’ve got a treat for you.” She stretched up and spread her legs…

 

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..to remove the table and reveal 8-year-old Fats Jr. Surprised, the elder Fats lost his hat.

 

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“Daddy!” “You two get acquainted,” Charlotte said. “I’m going on an eight year cruise.”

 

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Fats suddenly found his voice again. “Charlotte, wait!” Meanwhile, Fats Jr. found a new toy and a new song. “I’m walkin’ like my Daddy and wearin’ his hat.”