Cynthia Harrison

Novelist

Category: Flash Fiction

  • What Might Have Been

    I wake up by slow inches. My head pounds with a dull sickening weight. A relentless thirst makes it hard to swallow, impossible to sleep. My stomach roils and I pitch myself from the bed and to the toilet. I didn’t eat much yesterday, so I dry heave into the cool and clean porcelain bowl,…

  • Happiness Descending

    He wouldn’t give me the money. I had a gun on him and my calm must have told him I knew how to use it, but he didn’t care. “I’ve been feeling like it’s time to die lately, anyway,” he said. “So shoot me. You’ll be doing me a favor.” I lowered the gun. I…

  • Facebook Love

    Am still using the Flash! book by John Dufresne for ideas to spark flash fiction. This morning I had not one idea. My mind was a blank slate. I read on in Dufresne until I found a prompt that interested me. Two people talking to each other, both having totally different conversations. That got my…

  • Flash Fiction Facts

    I admit, I’m addicted. Here’s why I love flash fiction: 1. It’s short 2. It’s fun 3. I like having a new category on my blog. I’ve been blogging since 2002 so this is a refreshing change. My Florida writing group, particularly our leader Doraine Riley (pictured with me above) is the reason I started posting…

  • Origin Story

    I can’t remember a single happy goodbye in my life. There is no such thing, far as I can see. I don’t know why people say it when it is so obviously stupid and wrong. Why would you want to leave a concert or your mom or your dad or your best friend or anybody?…