Recollections

Her fingers furtively picked through the little heap of attic dust, scavenging for any scrap of him she'd overlooked these past twenty years.

'ol Scrooge

The man with thick glasses, wrapped in a blanket, watches alone, Scrooge in flickering b&w. He pushes his glasses back up after dabbing his eyes.

Another Hint Fiction

My son insisted carrying the heavy sack. Halfway to the hole
Blaize slid out, he fell on top of her. She lay breathless, he inconsolable.

Wicked Short Short Stories

Does Robert Swartwood's Hint Fiction of 25 wordes or less qualify as a short story? Here's the NPR Story that got me thinking about wicked short fiction.

My Hint Fiction

Martel whispered, “Man, she’s pregnant.” “You’re wrong, “ I said. Our eyes drew the other's out from the corners of the lounge. Martel was right.

 

"Dad, I stopped to get water, my car's overheating." "Son, there's a hole in the hose." "I'll fix it later, I just need some water now."