“Know what I mean?” Flash Fiction for Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads

ThursThreads HM

My entry for the week won me an honorable mention!

Here it is:

I slammed back my third shot of Jack, relishing the white-hot burn that traveled down my throat. I welcomed the pain that made me forget…if only for a moment. I held my hand up for another.

“You should probably slow down, buddy,” the bartender said, filling a new glass.

I glared at him as he placed the drink before me.

He glared right back. “Don’t make me regret this.”

After he walked away, I slammed the forth back as quickly as the rest.

“Bad day?” A male voice asked on my right.

I turned to see a pair of broad shoulders and kind blue eyes. “You could say that.”

“Will you tell me about it?” He turned his broad shoulders toward me and leaned an elbow casually on the bar.

I wasn’t sure if it was the whiskey or his smile that made my stomach flip. “Thanks, but I’m really not in the mood for this.”


“No, the whole I have no idea if you’re looking for a hookup, something more, or just being nice thing. I’m sick of getting my chain yanked. No more game playing, know what I mean?”

“I do,” he said, and offered his hand. “I’m Jeff and I think you have sexy eyes. You seem upset and I thought you could use a friend. I don’t do hookups and I’d rather get to know you over a drink or a meal. What do you say?”

I shook his hand. “Bartender, a coffee please.”


See who won awards for the week here.

Read all the entries for the week here.

“I need some space.” Flash Fiction for Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads

I’ll be posting flash fiction from my participation the past few months in Siobhan Muir’s weekly #ThursThreads challenge. You really should check out the contest, whether you are a reader or writer. It’s a fun exercise that attracts some great talent and great stories.


Here is my entry:

Jared inched his way alongside the wall of the house, guiding himself in the dark with his palms over the rough brick. He cursed as a section of jagged mortar sliced his finger.

“You okay?” Pete whispered.

“Yeah,” he replied, then sucked on his finger quickly. His eyes strayed to the window a few feet from them.

He turned to give instructions to Pete, but instead collided with the man’s hard forehead.

“Fuck, Pete! I need some space!” Jared hissed and rubbed his head.

Pete moved back a breath. “Sorry, I’m…I’m just nervous.”

“I know. That’s why I shouldn’t have brought you along.”

“But Jay,” Pete put a hand on Jared’s arm. “I want to learn.”

Jared sighed and shook his head. He knew Pete wasn’t made for this business, but he took him along anyway. Because, dammit, the guy was hot. And he didn’t think the man could possibly screw up a simple robbery. “Why don’t you pry open that window and I’ll keep watch?”

Pete swallowed and did as he was told, sliding his crowbar under the sill.

Jared turned and looked out into the darkness of the night.

A loud pop sounded and Jared turned back to see glass falling towards them in large, menacing shards. It crashed down around them as lights turned on from inside the home.


See all the stories for that week here. See the winners and honorable mentions here.

“That can be arranged.” Flash Fiction for Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads


“You’re still here?” I stopped at the door to Mark’s office, a stack of files in my arms. “I thought I was the only one dumb enough to leave these until the end of the month.”

He looked up from the pile of papers on his desk with a weak smile. His typically bright blue eyes were dark and puffy. “Nope. Just as dumb.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. It read seven-thirty. “I haven’t even had dinner yet.”

Poor guy. He looked exhausted. He had been the new guy before I got hired, and he had helped me out more than anyone else had bothered to in the firm. I figured he was merely being nice, but I hoped there was more to it. I had a bit of a crush on him.

“I have some leftover Kung Pao in the fridge.” I shifted the files to rest against my hip.

“Really?” He perked up.

I nodded.

“What do you want for it?”

His question surprised me. I couldn’t tell if he was being flirty, but decided to take a chance. “I’ve been on my feet all day. I could really use a foot massage.”

He ran a hand through his hair and grinned. “That can be arranged. And maybe if I do a good job, you’ll give me a neck rub?”

My night just got ten times better. I chuckled. “Deal.”

Copyright: nyul / 123RF Stock Photo

“What’s that smell?” Honorable Mention in Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads Flash Fiction Contest

ThursThreads HM I received Honorable Mention for my entry in Siobhan Muir’s weekly flash fiction contest #ThursThreads. The prompt required the story to include “what’s that smell?”

And voila!

“What’s that smell?” Jason said, wrinkling up his nose as he walked into the kitchen. He threw his briefcase on the table and pulled at the knot of his tie.

Karl pursed his lips as he stirred the contents of the steaming pot. He should have known Jason wouldn’t take to his experimenting. “It’s cabbage stew. And it’s your dinner.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Jason smirked and removed his suit jacket, tossing it over his briefcase.

“Don’t start with me, mister.” It had been a long day. Karl quickly realized he was not cut out for this stay-at-home husband thing. It had only been three days since his layoff and he was already going insane.

Jason came up behind him and grabbed his hips. “Baby, you know how much it turns me on when you go all angry parent on me.”

Karl shook his head. “You’re sick.”

Jason chuckled against Karl’s hair, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “Love-sick,” he whispered.

Karl sighed. “How the hell do you do that?”

“What?” he replied, swaying back and forth, moving Karl with him.

“Go from being a jerk to a sweetheart in less than sixty seconds.”

Jason turned Karl around to face him and grinned. “I’ll tell you how over pizza at Gino’s.”

Karl laughed. Getting out of the house sounded wonderful. “Fine.”

Jason gave him a quick kiss. “Let’s find you a job. You must be miserable if you’re making cabbage stew.”

Karl smiled. “Thank you.”


Check out all the entries here.


Catch Up Flash Fiction

I neglected to post my entry into Siobhan Muir’s Thursday Threads flash fiction contest on April 17, 2014.

If you haven’t checked out the contest yet…what are you waiting for? It’s loads of fun and a good way to stretch your writing repertoire.

Here is my entry:

Kevin grabbed James’s arm as the perpetrator walked across the student union. Kevin hesitated, awestruck by the granite-like bicep under his grip.

James leaned in close. “Is that him?”

Kevin gulped. He could smell the coconut in James’s shampoo. He wanted to move closer, but he shook off the thought. “Yeah. That’s the guy who stole my laptop.”

“Let me at him!” James punched the palm of his hand with his knuckles, and moved to take off.

Kevin stood in his way. “No. You can’t!”

“Why not?” James furrowed his brow. It was adorable.

“Because I won’t have you kicked out of school on account of this.”

“He stole your laptop. I have to do something.”

“I know you want to, but I’ll file a police report.”

“What if he sold it or f-d it up?”

“I’ll deal with it. The laptop’s not important. Not as important as having you as my roommate.”

James smiled and threw an arm around Kevin’s shoulders, hauling him up next to his hard frame. “I like having you as a roommate, too. “ He looked toward the offender who was ordering a cup of coffee. “It still kills me to see him getting away with it, if only for now. He’s so smug.”

“We’ll see about that.”


“I kinda set a booby trap in case it ever got stolen.”


Kevin nodded shyly. “Let’s get some lunch and I’ll tell you about it.”


Click here for the winners and honorable mentions of the week!