Category: Flash Fiction

What the Heart Wants

“Hey, you! Get your head inside, and listen to the class.”

His geology teacher bellowed, making David jump out of his reverie. He had been peeping through the window, staring at the moon’s reflection in the puddle outside his night school.

He faced her, still quite lost in his thoughts. The teacher’s half-moon spectacles gleamed under the dim light and he thought her face shone as bright as the Sirius A.

But her charm wasn’t enough to attract him to geology. His mind swayed higher above the ground, his soul soaring the skies. His deepest desires lay in the stars.

When Nature Calls

He had ten seconds to enter the correct combination of letters, numbers, and special characters. He bore the responsibility of an entire world. He was the only chance of saving all those people. If he failed to get back in the field, he’d lose all his hard word. He didn’t mind starting over, but it would be devastating to those who depended on his success.

And yet, he had been careless. He had rushed back, but the system had already locked him out. Frantic, he typed. The text box jiggled, indicating a mistyped password.

Video games seldom considered bathroom breaks.

Letting her go

Feeble, she couldn’t eat any more. Doctors said she’d soon move on. He wept, yet knew it was best. She had taken too much pain and painkillers that failed. She had endured injection after injection while he sifted through test reports.

He had done all to help, keep, and guard her. He could hold on no more; her weakening heart begged to let go.

He sat by her side, listening to the declining rhythm of her heartbeat. He looked at her closed eyes and smiled, remembering their first meeting.

A trash collector, he had found her purring in the dumpster.

All the Love in the World

Frank — the people’s icon. Colleagues loved him, his respectful nature, and knack for avoiding controversies. Friends appreciated his remaining unbiased despite political influences.

He’d seen many downfalls as he had seen successes; lost awards, media insults, lame caricatures, and even protests against his works. Yet he shone through all that without batting an eye. He was used to it all. Fourteen years in the business had taught him how to keep his head through thick and thin.

But all the glitter of Hollywood couldn’t make up for missing his daughter’s birth. For the first time, Frank’s eyes glittered with tears.