We speak in code. Fake smiles
accentuate our encryption
as we avoid truthful confessions.
Lips spread wide
over camouflaged terms
as tongues stutter and tangle
The look in your eyes forces me into
We calculate our positions and
plot our next move.
We speak in code.
Arlene is a novice writer who enjoys writing flash fiction and poetry.
Am I coming back? Wow. Bluntness at last. Good for you. And about time, I must say. Imagine if we had always talked so openly, so directly. I wonder where our conversations would have led us, where we’d be right now. Not here. That’s a fair assumption, don’t you think.
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and prizes. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled “Nothing But Trouble”. Visit BobThurber.net.
The day the little flat screen in the kitchen blew up, Heidi and Jim Colton knew they were in trouble. They listened to the loud hiss of static and watched the frantic swirling of tiny snowflakes blanketing the screen.
For the first time in years, they would have to speak.
Recently retired, Marian Brooks
has begun to write some short fiction. Her work has appeared in Word Riot, Slice, The Short Humour Site, The Linnet’s Wings and others.
Groog no longer looked at Nugnug the way he used to. Now he watched Lala, who wore short loincloths.
“Nogh Lala!” Nugnug said, feeling frustrated and neglected. Groog ignored her.
“Groog!” She punched him in the arm, but he didn’t even flinch.
We need to talk, she thought.
Alisia sometimes likes to write things and posts them at eurasianflavour.wordpress.com or on twitter.