* < 400 word Flash fiction written for Dion’s Flashes of Inspiration at The Fine Toothed Comb. Inspired in part by the last message from the Mars Rover. Where were you when the red rains came? When the first flames rippled through the forests, with hot, bright fingers of pain. Did you turn to watch […]
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Busy Bee, Busy Being Me
These past few weeks have been extraordinarily busy. I’ve spent a lot of time hunched, (apologies to my physiotherapist,) over my keyboard and churning out a steady stream of short stories. I’ve sent out six submissions in two weeks and I’m currently working on two more. I know these massive spurts of inspiration are likely […]
Flash Fiction 2
Playmates by Tabatha Wood ©️ 2019 I picked up the ball and threw it towards them and flashed a big, goofy smile. It narrowly missed hitting the back of Sally’s legs. She whirled around and saw me, her features darkened to a scowl. I grinned wider and waved. “Hi!” I watched her eyes roll and […]
The Waiting Room
Fact or fiction? … You decide. It’s exactly two years to the day that I reacted to some medicine my doctor gave me, passed out, cracked my head open and gave myself a serious concussion. Two years since I almost choked on my own vomit and died. Two years since I visited the Waiting Room […]