Cynthia Harrison

Novelist

Category: Flash Fiction

  • Love Problem

    I was a criminal. I knew that. I knew the credit cards were stolen when I used them, but to me it was just business. And I was going about that business when she busted me. Buoyant with success, I left the upscale boutique thinking of the sweet looking salesgirl. The next time I saw…

  • Writer at Work

    When she died, he wrote her obituary. For once, he relished his job. For once, he did not chaff at his editor’s insistence on keeping things short: “Emily Sone, age 68, died Tuesday morning. No known surviving relations.” Those concise lines would allow plenty of space for the lavish ads the local funeral homes purchased, which,…

  • Take a Bite

    We are in the bunker, the two of us. Alone. My only wish had been to be alone with him. Now I am. Now he notices me. He’s not impressed. I used to believe that facing death together would make him see he loved me. His kisses would bring inevitable rescue. I had been an…