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snippet: Insomnia

Daily Prompt: The Full Moon.

I have an idea for a longer story here. I don’t think flash fiction can do this idea justice. So here’s a starter –maybe something I can use later.

The moon shone through the window. That was a good enough excuse for Gina to be awake. And she needed an excuse. She was exhausted. Her brain just wouldn’t shut off.

Russell had no idea. He’d always been a sound sleeper –the type who went to bed exactly 8 hours before his alarm was scheduled to sound. He’d occasionally get up to pee but he’d fall right back to sleep.

This was what she always wanted, right? Russell adopted Gina’s daughter. They’d met when Junie was just 2 years old. And really, he’d always been Daddy. Judie’s ‘sperm donor’ never wanted much to do with her so it really all worked out perfectly. Successful careers, two cars, a house, expensive hobbies, another baby –everything life was meant to be.

So why couldn’t she sleep? Cooper was finally sleeping through the night. Junie was doing well in school. Russell was helping around the house.

There was a place for everything and everything was in its place.





Photo Prompt.

Handel watched quietly from behind the dinner table as his father stumbled through the kitchen. He’d been on a tear again –gulping through the table wine, robbing the medicine cabinet of anything with the word ‘tonic’ on it, swallowing Listerine.

His mother saw his little glassy eyes from behind the chair. “Robert, please sit down. I’m afraid you’re going to fall!”

“Who cares if I fall? He was right next to me! It should have been me.” The war had been over for 7 years now and he still couldn’t let his friend’s death go. Two weeks ago, in much the same condition, he’d scrawled a memorial across the wall. When he caught his wife cleaning the kitchen he lost all control and warned her to “keep her goddamned hands off his name.”

He continued to pace the floor. She was desperately afraid he’d see Handel watching, fill his ears again with all the terrors he’d seen, shake him again for not listening, slap him again for not crying.

She walked over to him and wrapped her arm around him, grabbed his hand. “Till I waltz again with you, let no other hold your charms. If my dreams should all come true, you’ll be waiting for my arms.”

“Till I kiss you once again…” he slurred.

He leaned in and she turned her face, twirled her back to the stone counter, moved her left hand up behind his neck, slid her right hand free of his grip…


Daily Prompt: Standout

I talked about anonymity yesterday in Pride. But in truth, there’s a dichotomy in my hopes for this space. Forget the reason behind the anonymity in the first place. The important question is do I truly want anonymity?

I don’t want any attention from the people who know me. You see, I value their opinion the most. And I haven’t yet created anything worthy of their time. Maybe in a few years, I’ll finally have a body of work, or maybe just that one masterpiece, that I’m willing to stamp my name on.

At the same time, I definitely don’t want my current work to be overlooked, forgotten, disregarded. I yearn for approval, criticism, just to be seen. I have no concerns about sharing who I am and what I create with strangers. Now, there’s a dilemma.