"Flash" Fiction

Not Flash Fiction in the traditional sense as I tend to write more than I intend to. But flash as in quickly written, preventing me from aggonizing on all the details. Short pieces meant to practice different styles and situations.



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.
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.
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.
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.