After he failed to wake up

she slept with the sock, made of softest, bluest cotton, small enough to slide on her thumb. On the 390th day, her husband unfurled her fingers. Enough, he said, and took the sock, but not before she pressed it to her face, missing the powder smell, the last evidence her son once existed.



Another 53 word story from the good folks at PRESS53, this requiring the use of 'sock' as a launchpad. Peace

Rules for Surviving Eighth Grade @ Eclectic Flash

I am honored one of my micro-fictions has found a wonderful home in the Spring Issue of ECLECTIC FLASH. Take a peek at page 62, then travel to poems and stories by some of my favorite writers, including Laurita Miller (page 84), Meg Tuite (page 80), JP Reese (page 53), and Jan Knox (page 43). A HUGE thanks to editor Brad Nelson who consistently turns out beautiful issues of some best flash and poetry found on the web.

Open publication - Free publishing - More eclectic flash

Happy Dancing Day

Hey! Busy, busy churning out hypotheses this week, but JON STROTHER interviewed me on all things writing on his blog MAD UTOPIA. Check it out. More importantly, check out his very cool Picture Prompt Haiku. Loverly...

Thank you Jon for the props. You have a knack for the art of interview!

Also up today... drum roll, puh-leez... the 6 day countdown until 6S:V2 (Six Sentences: Volume II) makes its grand debut. Very cool pieces included in this micro-fiction anthology. A couple of ditties from YT, but also contributions from Rick Moody and Neil LaBute. Booyah!

Thank you Rob - you rock!

Peace, Linda