flash fiction

South-Side Window

She was angered and flustered, so she did the only thing that came to mind.  She ran fast and without thought, but because this is a small apartment, she only made it to the south-side window.

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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No One’s Home

The phone started ringing the moment I stepped through the door.  There’s no need to answer it, for this day has been too long, I know it’s you calling, and I don’t think now is the time for your happy voice.

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Work

Today is a Friday.  Last day of the week to find work.  I rummage through want ads, circling those which are conducive to my lifestyle.  I eat, shower and dress.  I smile at myself for looking this well-groomed.  I grab my keys, but stop at the door.  I go back to the kitchen and pour a stong drink.  No sense in going now.  No one will hire a guy who’s been drinking.  Well, there’s always Monday.

© Dicky J Loweman 2014