Ten Minute Tales

Looking for a quick read during lunch or a before-bed escape? These ten minute tales (also known as "flash fiction") are a blend of genres, moods, stories and emotions.

  • You Were a Vine

    Image by Thomas B. from Pixabay When He took you from me He promised you would become a flower. Any flower I chose. I thought of your resilience, remembered the times you should have caved but didn’t. When you ran, far before you walked, you wanted to jump. So you did. I never gave you up willingly. I held on for dear life, squeezed you so tight to me your tiny hands dug into my arms. Hugged your body to mine, allowing just enough air to breathe. You fought too. You pushed through side effects to play in the sun. When the sick tried to take over, you braced yourself…

  • His Love of Nature

    Picture by Kellepics, courtesy of Pixabay. It was overcast today, but he knew what was coming. Summer started tomorrow. Tomorrow was the longest day. The Solstice. Tomorrow he would walk outside and greet the sun.   Tomorrow was her last day alive. He’d tried to fight it, tried to delay, but tomorrow was The Day. When the fight left him, he’d begged for that. At least let her have the Solstice. Let her have the longest day. They’d agreed to this one small mercy. When the sun rose, he went to see her. She stood tall and beautiful now, but he saw her sadness, her understanding. A small boy sat nearby, chatting…

  • My First Funeral

    I entered the church and went straight to Emily. I hugged her, as we always do when we see each other, but I held on longer. She didn’t mind. We aren’t family, so I wasn’t allowed to sit with her. I pointed to the pews along the side, where Judy sat.  “I will be with her. I will always be looking at you, so if you feel like you need me I’m right there.” I’d never been to a funeral before. Judy said she had, so I let her tell me what to do. Make sure your friend can always see you. Make sure she doesn’t see you cry. Tell…

  • Marilena Learns to Rage

    Marilena woke promptly at 5:20 am to the soft chimes of her alarm. She took a moment to inhale and, as she exhaled, smiled to herself. Rising with a slight spring (it wouldn’t be proper to hop out of bed, nor would it be wise to move slowly), Marilena dressed in the workout clothes she’d laid out the night before, ensuring a smooth panty line and giving herself a moment’s thrill as she adjusted her breasts and settled them into her workout bra.  After washing her face she applied a small amount of waterproof mascara and added a light sheen to her lips. Wearing makeup to workout makes little sense,…