Tag: flash fiction
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Doug and Charlie: A Sure Sign of Trust | One-Hundred-Word Story
After The Satellite Swap, zoologist Doug realizes he’s crossing an ethical line with the squirrel monkeys. Trading a banana slice to get his fountain pen back from a primate ambassador is one thing, but feeding troop members from his treehouse deck is another. He decides to keep interacting with Charlie, but stow his important research…
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Doug and Charlie: The Satellite Swap | Two-Hundred-Word Story
The stakes of the take and trade game grew much higher when Charlie snatched Doug’s satellite phone from his deckside hammock. This was the zoologist’s critical link to the outside world. He’d only stepped away for a moment, but came back to see Charlie scampering up a liana holding the Garmin Mini by its lanyard.…
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Doug and Charlie: Charlie’s Trade | One-Hundred-Word Story
It’s an interesting dynamic between zoologist and squirrel monkey. Doug’s tree house in the mid-level canopy of the Amazon is a research station to study the local primate population, but Charlie doesn’t know that. To him, this is a fascinating stranger with plenty of tempting objects to investigate. Charlie also deploys his daring nature to…
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Fully Charged | Fifty-Word Story
Doug awoke one morning expecting to top off all his digital devices. Much to his surprise, he discovered they were each charged to one-hundred percent. “What’s going on?” he said out loud. “They weren’t like this last night.” Charlie, the inquisitive squirrel monkey, brought Doug a charging brick and purred.
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Two Halves | One-Hundred-Word Story
The neighbors looked forward to seeing Diego every morning, walking his Great Pyrenees. Four blocks down and four back, like clockwork. When the retired Army 1st Sergeant died, the community grieved for both Anna, his widow, and for Max, who had lost his walking buddy. Yet, one morning, the most amazing thing happened. A long-time…
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The Book Lady | Two-Hundred-Word Story
When my teenage son needed a copy of Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, someone suggested I check with a shop that was stuffed from floor to ceiling with used books. Arriving at the location, I was surprised to find a small wood-framed house. The front door creaked open, jingling a bell, and a…
