Sunday Writings

My favorite way to connect with other writer’s blogs is with flash fiction. It’s the best way I’ve found for keeping up my chops, too. I just stumbled upon this Sunday Writer’s Link Party this morning, so I don’t have a new piece ready for today. But, I’ll share my favorite that I wrote earlier this year, as part of the April A to Z challenge…

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A is for Audience

April swatted her nose and pushed hair from her forehead, her hand limp and clumsy with sleep. Feeling itchy, she moaned, flopped over on her belly and scratched her rump. Something tickled her back and she jerked herself missionary again. Eyes snapped open, blind in the dark and searching the blank gray ceiling. Blankets were puddled around her ankles, nightgown rucked up to her waist.

“What the hell?”

The clock read 12:07 a.m.

Yawning, she disentangled her feet from the sheets and swung her legs over the side of her bed. “S’long as I’m up I might as well pee.”

She rearranged her jammie-cammie straps so that her nubile breasts were more modestly covered. Eyes half-mast, she padded down the hallway. 70-watt Energy Star light bulbs seared through her pupils when she flicked the switch. Blinking against the glare, her reflection fuzzed in the mirror. One tiny detail forced immediate focus and spiked adrenaline: a dark brown, antennaed, almond-shaped bug scuttled over her shoulder and burrowed away from the light. Under her pajamas.

“Oh my god!”

The nightgown flew over her head and across the room, landing in a heap on the other side of the toilet. April choked out hoarse, secretive screeches while slapping every inch of skin and raking fingers through rat-nested hair. Malignant eyes scanned the room, found their prey, and then ceramic soap dish met unfortunate cockroach.

Gasping at the clatter in the eerie quiet of early morning, April caught her breath. She wadded up soiled panties and tossed them in the hamper, then gingerly shook out her nightgown. Sleep was far off and the thought of her bed was revolting.

Another jolt racked her nerves when flashes from half-a-dozen cell phone cameras greeted her. Her bedroom hissed in familiar stifled laughter.

“April Fools Day already, huh?”

Click HERE to read the next, “B is for BANG!”

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