Gnarly

The horoscope was not promising.  Mercury was retrograde. There would be dissention, destruction, and delays. People would be rude, obnoxious, and impatient.  Technology would misbehave.  There would be miscommunications and misunderstandings. He heaved a huge sigh of relief when he realized it wasn’t his horoscope then he winced when he realized it was his wife’s.

A Flash Fiction 55 for the G-Man...

Pavor Nocturnus

Horror’s power lies in striking when defenses are down. It lurked a thousand nights, waiting for one when she was weak. She gasps for breath, but receives no mercy.  Recapture of her territory is impossible; victory against so wily and clever an enemy unachievable. Is there no way to defeat something born of the dark?

A Friday Flash Fiction for the G-Man...

Scrapbooking a life...

Freeze-framing pieces of perfection

embellished with filigreed flotsam

on sheets of unbleached linen

leaving no space for the bittersweet

...stains of broken hearts and limbs seep

© ktn 2012

Bumptious

She leaned over, resting her cheek gently against his chest. A heartbeat, but light and erratic—a butterfly heart. She had ignored the machinery and the monitors, but now their whirs, beeps, and whooshes sounded bumptious as if mocking the still grey figure on the bed. Beneath her cheek, the flutter-heart beat a delicate tattoo.

A Flash Fiction for the G-Man...

Pococurante

Sightless lambent gaze illuminates the corners

where smirking shadows collect

madness it is—or is it lunacy?

scribing poems of the moon

Innocent of the poetry of sinners or saints

January's Wolf Moon receives unblinking

the ravenous wolf's lament...

long notes fracture the silver night

© ktn 2012