Flash Fiction By Sylvia Ketchum Images floated across the back of my eyelids. Posies. Red, orange, and some pink. I’d gathered a bouquet for my mother, tying it together with string. I was a boy dancing in a field of wildflowers. My limbs bursting with boundless energy. The sun beating down on my face. Barefoot.Continue reading “The Induced Sleep”
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Dirty Blog 7
By Dick Johnson (The Dirty Blog is a series where a criminal posts a blog, like anyone else would. Click on The Dirty Blog category to see more.) I was at the apartment and had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a knock on the door. Normally, I wouldn’t answer unless IContinue reading “Dirty Blog 7”
Dirty Blog 6
By Dick Johnson I was at work at the hardware store today, when the Parole Officer showed up. He’s been showing up more often lately. I wonder if he knows something. He’s a dick, but I can’t really complain because he gives me a lot of leeway. He wanted me to piss in a cupContinue reading “Dirty Blog 6”
The Dirty Blog 5
By Dick Johnson (This is part 5 in a series, the other posts can be found under “The Dirty Blog” category) So, after seeing the baby daddy, I decided to head over to the park and see if I could find Randy the heroin dealer, who rides a green bike. It was still fairly early,Continue reading “The Dirty Blog 5”
The Dirty Blog 4
By Dick Johnson (This is part 4 of a continuing series, the other posts can be found here, here, and here.) I needed to get some money coming in, so I could quit working at the hardware store once I got off parole. I had several hustles in the works. One of them was debtContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 4”
The Dirty Blog 3
By Dick Johnson (This is number 3 in a series. You can find the others here.) That $400 wasn’t much, and I feel bad for cracking my boss like I did. At least that was until he complained about my being late. I’m seriously tired of him. I might destroy something in the storeContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 3”
The Dirty Blog 2
By Dick Johnson I waited for my boss to leave the hardware store with the night deposit. I never imagined how excited I would be to kick his ass. I honestly could not wait. All day long, I thought about it and giggled. I wore a mask and I walked with a limp. I saidContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 2”
The Dirty Blog 1
By Dick Johnson When I got out of prison, I tried to go straight. I really tried. I had spent my time locked up preparing for the right kind of life when I got out, but I just can’t do it. I got a job at a hardware store, and I paid my bills, justContinue reading “The Dirty Blog 1”