Short Fiction

Sep

2012

Fiction Short: Up, Up, and Away

In honor of this weekend’s local balloon festival, here’s a short romance for all that have oversized, helium-filled dreams.

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Shifting her glasses up the bridge of her nose, Cathy huffed her disappointment. She slipped her phone back into her purse and considered making a U-turn. Today’s hot air balloon ride was her birthday present from Becky. She didn’t know if she wanted to do it alone.

The reservation was for 4:00. She had a picnic ready for some girl time, but Becky had a last-minute meeting with her boss.

“You only live once,” Becky had said. “You might as well enjoy the ride.”

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Fiction Short: Training Day

September 17, 2012

“The biggest mistake newbies make is not stretching,” the lady in the hot pink jogging suit said. Her ponytail bobbed as she reached for her toes, did jumping jacks, and did countless other stances that Jackie was certain her body was not created to do. As she looked across the crowd, she realized she [...]

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Fiction Short: Love is in the Air

September 10, 2012

“Excuse me. I’m sorry,” Jackie mumbled under her breath as she knocked fellow passengers in the head with her 2-ounces-over-the-limit carry-on. She was glad the checker had let it pass. It would have been a miserable day without anything to entertain her after the early morning flight cancelation. Jackie finally found 27 B. The [...]

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Fiction Short: If She’s Anything Like Me

September 4, 2012

“It’s her eyes. I just don’t know how to describe them. They are ice blue, but they are still so warm and inviting. I think I could stare at them for hours. I just get lost in them,” Mike said. “Simmer down, man,” James laughed. “I swear every time we come in here you [...]

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Fiction Short: Summer Storm

August 27, 2012

Running 15 minutes behind as usual, Leslie was in no mood for distraction but the freak summer storm was not letting up. She could hardly see street signs through the rain. At the next overpass, she pulled over to the shoulder and turned on her hazard lights. She texted her friend an apologetic postponement and [...]

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Fiction Short: Falling Into Love

August 21, 2012

After 15 minutes of floundering around like a giraffe on ice, I decided it was now or never. If I was going to tackle the hill, I had to do it before my nerve abandoned me. I sat on the bench and waited for the walkway to clear, and then I took off. My arms [...]

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