• autism,  Flash Fiction,  Friday 55

    More Than or Less Than?

    January 16, 2014 /

    Autism by hepingting on Flickr Photosharing  Age 2Diagnosis: AutisticTranslation: Less thanPrognosis: Will always need care.Oblivious of doctors, he cracked the Youtube lock on Mom’s phone. Kept hitting song replay.Lyrics: I Get You and You Get Me. Age 3Re-evaluation: GeniusTranslation: More than.Cracked code on reading/writing. Does second grade math.Mom’s phone chirps, “Oh no! Zombies ate your brains.”He giggles.They still don’t get him. ~Nara Malone This is my contribution to G-Man’s Friday 55. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.

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  • Flash Fiction,  Friday 55,  insanity,  lost

    Friday 55 Flash: Lost

    August 2, 2012 /

    You don’t go crazyYou go to sleepWhen you open your eyesWhen you get up and dressThe nightmare doesn’t stay under your pillowIt gets up with you and follows you around  You’re stuck somewhereBetween awake and asleepWhere you can’t run from the demonsWhere you can’t scream them away  ~From “Blue Harbor” by Nara Malone This post is part of G-Mans Friday Flash 55. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself. Posted with Blogsy

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  • Flash Fiction,  Grownup Games,  Hide and Seek,  Romance,  Sexy Bytes

    Hide and Seek

    June 27, 2012 /

    He’s coming for me now, and he’s seeking my hide. His boots thresh the forsythia. His moody threats taunt and tempt. But he cheated first–deserved what happened. That’s my only defense. He’s closing on me now, because I’ve pricked his pride. He thought he was so slick, counting to a hundred by tens. Wouldn’t you have grabbed the garden hose, when he had you hemmed in? He’s coming for me now. It’s not my pride he’ll prick. That drip, dripping from his shirt pulverizes courage, and conviction drains away as I’m gathering my skirt. He’s waiting for me now. He thinks speed is on his side. But I’m poised for…

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