Passing through our peanut butter and jelly kitchen, she’d shoot some words at me before grabbing her movie star sunglasses and hurrying off to someplace more glamorous. A petite woman, vodka lover with sleepy cat’s eyes and hip-switching walk, poured into high leather boots, forever waving goodbye over her shoulder.
Sarah Flick is retired from the US Forest Service and lives in Colorado. She has published in 101 Words, Flash Fiction Weekly, and a Modern Love column in the New York Times.
Primo! Wonderfully captured personality. She is SO not my mom.
Terrific writing, Sarah.
Paul
Love this. Awesome last line. Well done.
wonderful word picture!
This could be MY mother, too, except that as soon as she left the room, everybody would burst into wild laughter.
Nice capture. Salute!
Sounds pretty mean, Ron!
Wonderfully wicked description. Wow.
Sarah! Wow! I know your mom, I do!
….I was married to her for 20 years 🤣
Brava! Fine story. Well done, Sarah! Well done.
Lovely imagery! You conjured the scene so well.
A wonderful piece.
Dreams its all about dreams.
Brilliant writing! One word more would diminish, one less would fall short. Perfect story