"Flash" Fiction

She sliced her wrist in my bathroom. In the apartment, she wasn't supposed to be in, with the person she wasn't supposed to be with.

Carol is living her best life. She works in her city's beautiful downtown, meeting with important people and getting paid handsomely. While it's close to what she had pictured as a child, it's not the job she could have imagined.

Playing with a series I've had in mind and took 1 character's point of view and 1 relationship.

Leigh has already been told by doctors to quit her job. The stress was physically damaging her. Then one chance encounter brightens her whole mood and potentially her outlook on her company.

Going back to her roots, Georgia uses painting to find some peace. Nothing imaginative or exciting, just repainting a wall. Mindless, boring, and meditative.

A quick snippet about the comfort from friends in a time of need. This is written in the 1st person to play with the ability to keep some things a secret.

Kit ran her fingers over the bruised skin. The needles' point of impact was clearly visible on her left arm. But she was better than that.

Two women as opposite as they could imagine are forced into discovering a commonality. An insecurity only comforted by someone who had been through the same thing.

This is a short glimpse into someone's romantic life. It's written partly as a first-person point of view with a narrator talking. Which is rare for me. Though hard to balance present and past tense.