Flash Fictionalz

                         “What?” I had heard him just fine when I pretended not to, but sometimes we’re just so surprised by what people say that we automatically ask for confirmation. That’s about what happened, and he smiled briefly as that half burned cigarette tangled from his lips when he charmingly spoke again.                “I said that you shouldn’t stand in the rain. It’ll get you sick in no time. Especially on such a night as this.”                He was the most mysterious figure. As he leaned himself against the wall where the bus stop was located, he would protect from the cold yet gentle rain, subject of our unusual conversation. His whole figure called out to me, and perhaps that was the real reason I had not gone to my flat as I...

                Shy, Yet Courageous…?                So, here I am again at the school library, under the false pretense of reading a book. Obviously I’ve chosen one I’ve already read about a hundred times. By doing so, I’m avoiding any embarrassment should she ever approach me to ask something about it. Hey, it might happen… Why is she walking towards me? Oh, no… Is she going to talk to me? I’m so not ready for this!                “Hello… That’s an interesting book you have there. What part are you in right now?”                “Oh, ahm… He’s just been told he’s not who he thought he was. Yeah, very interesting, indeed! When did you… I mean, when have you read it?”         ...

             There’s no such thing as a stranger in the line to hell. Down there, everyone is pretty much the same. There’s hardly any room for prejudice or racism, which is oddly enough, a good thing. In fact, there are some who might consider the line quite utopic. But enough of such detail… Letícia had just recently died, and she was in the line when suddenly she saw a man; a good looking man in a suit; the kind of person that exudes respectability. She decided he must be a fine source for conversation. “Hey, have you been here long?” She asks. “Not really. I must’ve been here for the last couple of hours.” He replies as he tries to be polite. “Me too… Weird place, huh?” “You bet! So, how did you die?” “Oh, I was jogging on the avenue when this car ran me over. In my last moments of consciousness I was able to see it fleeing the scene! A beautiful black Mustang, I must admit!” “Ha! Small wor...

“Look at that woman over there. Look at how amazingly beautiful she is. She must get that beauty from her mother, don’t you think? I love how beautiful she is, and also the way she walks, but what I really do like is the way she talks. She sounds so polite and intelligent. Notice how sure she is. She’s powerful and confident. She’s a strong woman, and that’s probably because she was also a very strong girl. She must have been loved, and appreciated. In fact, I know she was. Time has the cruel habit of being impatient, and when I look at that woman I can barely remember the little girl I used to hold in my arms while she happily screamed daddy, daddy!”