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The Vegetable Garden
Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged family, fiction, flash fiction, garden, life, love, memories, relatives, vegetable garden
A Summer Camp Kiss
Created with a found photograph and my Brother Charger 11.
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Posted in flash fiction, photos of strangers, Typography
Tagged art, fiction, first kiss, flash fiction, life, love, photography, photos, relationships, romance, summer camp, typography, Young love
A Cool Evening After a Storm
As the crickets sang and the cicadas growled, he took a sip of his tea.
“What a lovely night,” he said as he pulled her closer.
“Three days of over one hundred degree heat, and now this. A quick storm and it’s suddenly sixty.”
“Cardigan weather.”
“Hot tea weather.”
She smiled and put her arm around him.
“The moon is full.”
“I noticed.”
She put her head on his shoulder.
“What do you want to do with the rest of our night?’ he asked.
“Dunno. Something wonderful, inspiring, magic, something that I’ll want to tell my friends about, my sisters, my grandchildren.”
“That’s a pretty big order,” he responded with a smile.
He got up and went inside for a minute, and as he came back out Frank started playing from the record player.
She looked up at him, his face barely visible in the light of the full moon, and his contagious smile made her heart jump. He reached his hand out.
“Care to dance?”
Posted in flash fiction, Zoey and Xander
Tagged cardigan, entertainment, fiction, flash fiction, heat wave, life, love, music, relationships, romance, storms, tea, thunder, writing
A Western-Style Ending
Created with a found photograph, a Brother Charger 11 and my imagination.
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Tagged art, black and white, cowboy, fiction, films, flash fiction, found art, found photo, horse, horseback riding, life, love, photography, photos, relationships, romance, sunset, western
A Million Clams
They walked over to the algae-covered jetty as a wave splashed off the rocks and into her face. He laughed.
“Shut up,” she said, wiping the salt water from her eyes. “Wise ass.”
As he went to step over the rocks, he stopped and leaned down to look between them.
“Wow, look at this!”
Between the rocks the ocean had somehow sifted millions of baby clams out of the sand and into deep puddles of shellfish.
“What is it?” she said approaching him.
“It’s clams, millions of clams.”
“The tiny ones we kept seeing along the beach?”
“Yup. Ew, look at them all trying to dig at once.”
She leaned in to see the piles moving almost in unison, little tonguelike appendages sneaking out from between the shells and reaching around searching for sand in which to dig.
“They’re moving together, that’s weird!” she said. He agreed.
They sat on the rocks, mesmerized by the eerie motion of the millions of clams as if one giant body.
That’s when he saw it coming and stood up. She wasn’t as quick. The wave came smashing between the rocks and sprayed her again right in the face.
He laughed.
“Thanks” she said, wiping the water from her face once more.
“Any time,” he said with a sly smile.
Posted in flash fiction, Zoey and Xander
Tagged beach, clams, embarrassment, fiction, flash fiction, funny, humor, life, love, nature, ocean, relationships, shore, splashing, waves, wildlife, writing
The Hipsters Are Gonna Be Pissed
“Did you notice everyone is trying to seem sort of kitsch, retro and hipster these days?” he asked her.
She looked up from her computer. “Kind of. What do you mean?”
“I was looking through Vogue the other day-“
“What were you doing looking at Vogue?”
He blushed a bit. “Huh?”
“Vogue?” she pushed. She just had to know what would possess her boyfriend to pick up the magazine clearly for women.
“Oh, yeah. Marion Cotillard was on the cover.”
“Who?”
“French actress? A Very Long Engagement? Big Fish? Love Me if You Dare? You know her.”
“Oh right…her. Okay so? Hipsters in popular magazines, I believe you were saying?”
“Um…yeah. Sorry, got me off track. The photos of her all look vintage, like the photos you take.”
“Really?”
“Yup. They’re all taken in antique-looking places. Very similar to what Urban does in their catalog. Clothing looks vintage.”
“I doubt it is.”
“I know, but still. And there’s even one with her holding an old Polaroid camera, like the ones you display in your workroom.”
“Really? I have to see this.”
“Yeah. And she’s standing in front of a bookshelf of really old books.”
“Interesting.”
“So I started picking up more mainstream mags, just looking through at the photos, and they’re the same.”
“Interesting.”
He paused to look up at her.
“You don’t find this a bit odd?”
“Not really. Mainstream always copies the obscure, the new, the hip. They don’t call them hipsters for no reason! It’s just that now mainstream has finally caught on.”
“Well, the hipsters are gonna be pissed.”
“Yes, yes they are.”
Posted in flash fiction, Zoey and Xander
Tagged fashion, fiction, flash fiction, hip, hipsters, life, love, photography, polaroid, relationships, Vogue
A Triumphant Yard-saled Gift
“I found something just for you,” he said, entering the door from a long morning of yard saling.
The smile on his face alone got her really excited.
“What is it?” she replied, trying to feign calmness.
He put down a large bag. “First I have to finish unloading all the stuff I got!”
She jumped up to help. “I hate working Saturday mornings. I miss all the good yard sales.”
They unloaded the car.
A box of old books.
An antique record cabinet.
Yet another Brownie.
A brown bag of children’s books from the 1960s.
An old chair.
Three more bags of random objects. Cookie cutters. Teapot. Stack of records.
“Is it a record?”
“Close!” he said as he rummaged through bag after bag, letting objects fall to the floor as he dug.
“Would you just tell me!”
“NO! It’ll be better to see the look on your face when I just hand them to you.”
“Them?” she said, wondering what it could be. “Does it have to do with The Beatles?” It was her favorite subject.
“Maybe,” he said with a sly smile.
She started hopping up and down a little bit.
“The records are over here,” she pointed, trying to be helpful.
“It’s not a record…”
What could it be? She was so excited.
Finally, he said, “Aha!”
She ran right next to him as he pulled out a stack of cards and handed them to her.
“BEATLES TRADING CARDS!”
She quickly dropped to the floor and started lining them up on the hardwood like a kid opening his first pack of baseball cards.
She was in awe as he walked up and stood next to her. She exclaimed, “I’ve never even seen these in real life before.”
“Me neither,” he said with a triumphant look on his face.
“How much were they?”
“I got them in a whole bag of stuff for five bucks.”
She looked up and smiled. “Thank you.”
“What can I say? I love the girl.”
She smiled, hugged his nearby legs, and returned to displaying the cards out on the floor.
Posted in flash fiction, Zoey and Xander
Tagged Beatlemania, collectables, fiction, flash fiction, George Harrison, John Lennon, life, love, music, Paul McCartney, relationships, Ringo Starr, romance, The Beatles, trading cards, writing
Reading “A Coney Island of the Mind”
Created with an old 1958 copy of A Coney Island of the Mind, my own mind and my typewriter.
Posted in flash fiction, Typography
Tagged A Coney Island of the Mind, art, beat poet, books, Coney Island, fiction, flash fiction, kitsch, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, life, little black dress, nature, New York City, photography, photos, poem, poetry, reading, relationships, typography, vintage, willow tree
A Flash of Inspiration 