((I call these bursts because I hate the term flash fiction. That makes it sound lucky in some way, what writers do. A burst is something that comes forth, from you, an expression of your thoughts that is anything but luck. I like spontaneous writing. It misses as often as it hits, but the […]
Burst – How We Decon
How We Decon “Oy hey, stop the drill,” he said (his name is Jules). “Hey, mean it, stop the drill!” In the field of environmental investigation and remediation, it is common to undertake analysis of dirt. This means you drill holes into the ground and pull up what you find, analyze, and occasionally […]
Burst – Tow Trucks and Other Stuff
I posted the below this morning in a fit of procrastination, trying to avoid the mundane parts (which is all of them) of my job. I thought I would re-post it, as I had a read and quite like it, not sure what the rest of y’all think. Total stream of consciousness material, bit […]
Burst – The Crack in the Clouds
A brightness, in the shape of a triangle. Sides too perfect, light too bright. It shouldn’t be like that. Outside, it’s raining already, dark. But through that crack, the light comes through. Celine comes out and stares, “What are you looking at?” “Weather,” I tell her. What a word, it tries to say so much. […]