Category: One Words


In the quite moment after, she smiled…

It reached her eyes,

And filled her heart.

It was hers, this moment, and none could take it away.


I did it! I successfully defended my Ph.D!
I’m sorry to have been gone for so long but my cup overflow, and sleep took precedence in my free time. If you are still there thank you, if you are new welcome.



It’s almost warm I think as the liquid creeps past my lower lip.  Like a blanket.  Like when I use to hide in the middle of my bed under the covers with only my wide open eyes visible. Groggily I would stare out at the shadowy world till sleep grabbed me by the ankle headless of my misplaced worry. Now, like then, I struggle to keep my eyes open, and deep I inside I know the result will be the same.  Still… I try.


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Strauffer was your typical ex-collegiate jock who introduced himself with a strong handshake and the phrase “Please, call me Dan”.  On the outside Dan was all smooth smiles and confidence, but Ann could see the tiny flashes of uncertainty in his eye as he noticed her badge. 

“Sorry to interrupt your day Mr. Strauffer, but Mrs. Saunders and the department have some unanswered questions about Peter’s death.  We were hoping that you might be able to fill in those blanks for us.”  Ann paused letting the silence hang watching Dan’s god-ol-boy routine slip as the fear crept back up.

“S…sure,” he managed while his eyes shifted incessantly.  Oh, Strauffer was guilty all right, but of what?

Note to Reader-

This is my third instalment in my flash fiction story which I write based on your prompts. Thank you to the wrought writer and faith for this weeks words. I hope that you will continue with me on this literary journey, and that I will receive more prompts soon. As always all comments are welcomed and appreciated.

Thanks so much ~Jess

The story started with Exhumed

The second instalment was Closure



     After two hours at her computer Ann still had no idea why Peter would be the target of grave robbery.  He had died in a car accident not even a month ago after a dinner meeting with then partner Daniel Strauffer.  The hour, after 9:00 pm, and location, The Flats, had made the hit and run a no contest drunk driver casualty, leaving the Widow Saunders with little to no closure.  The case was closed and on a shelf before it even opened, but in light of recent events Ann thought it might be time to talk with Strauffer.



In the grey watery light Ann stood toe to toe with a dark chasm which reeked of two things fresh dirt, faint in the dew laden morning air, and decomp, a smell nearly impossible to miss.  Thinking of how the delicate wording of the dispatcher paled in comparison to the reality Ann radioed in, “Someone exhumed Peter Saunders.”  But why?

Note to Reader-

I am trying something new and hope you will help me along the way.  I am trying to build a story around a series if flash fiction episodes, however much more interesting to me is that I plan to do this one word at a time.  The title “exhumed” is the word I started with.  I am hoping for you, the readers, to provide my next word.  In this way writing the story will be as much of an adventure as I hope reading it will be.  Thank you in advance for participating, and as always please leave comments so I know if I’m still on the right path.

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