“Any progress on the kidnapping case?” the captain asked.
“No, sir. We can’t proceed until we have a consultation with Detective Eunice Murphy.”
“Why do you need her help? She’s been retired for years.”
“The ransom note is written in cursive, and nobody on the task force can read it.”
John H. Dromey has had short fiction published in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, Betty Fedora, Crimson Streets, and elsewhere.
Spotlights irradiated the skeletal forms striding down the catwalk. His calciferous teeth gritted.
One donned a polyester coat. Too short. Insufficiently dark.
Another wore a black bikini. Ribcage was barely covered.
He swept out, his thick cloak fluttering, the scythe in his ossifying grip. At least nuclear war was approaching.
Joey tries to write a little. You can find him and abuse him at joeytoey.com.
The mailbox is empty today, again. Even though I know better, I keep expecting to find a letter from you waiting on me one of these days. To see your distinctive handwriting one last time would be like gazing on a minor work of art.
Email just isn’t the same.
Daniel Slaten writes short stories and poetry in small notebooks and on sticky notes.
“I have never before encountered such impudence!” blustered the King. “It is an affront! It is an outrage! Insulting! Degrading! Disrespectful! I should have you put in the stocks, clapped in irons, hanged, beheaded! You’re just so very, very… Well, impudent!”
“My most humble and sincere apologies,” said the imp.
This story was based on the prompt “never before” at TypeTrigger.
“Help me, Doctor!” yelled Harry.
“What’s the problem?”
“I can’t write 50-word stories.”
“I’ll check your head bumps. A-hah! Your Inflated Prose, Trivial Detail, and Superfluous Description bumps are too high. I’ll lower them for $300 cash.”
“Brace yourself. This is going to hurt. Nurse, hand me that sledgehammer.”
Michael A. Kechula’s flash fiction and microfiction has been published in 132 magazines and 42 anthologies. His four books of flash fiction are available from BooksForABuck.com.