After participating in the National Flash Fiction Day FlashFlood last year, I knew I couldn’t resist submitting again this year. Luckily, the editors accepted my story for publication. Hands of a Charlatan first appeared on the Luminous Creatures Press site. Thankfully, FlashFlood is fine with previously published stories. Stop on by and read a plethora of sublime flash fiction when you have the time. You can read my story here
Photo Credit: Mark Hillary
Silent perversion filled their minds like a blooming lullaby. A magnetized melody. Daniel and his boy shared a glance then floated down to the basement.
Molly was crumpled in a porcelain casket, an antique clawfoot tub. Her lacquered, rouged face resembled a ventriloquist’s dummy. Her carved throat appeared to be smiling at them.
“She can’t scream at us no more, papa.”
“She can’t do anything no more, son.”
“Can we kill her again?”
“Dead is dead. Don’t be greedy. Give her a kiss goodnight.”
Henry squatted and pecked his mother sloppily. He detected the nectar of neglect on her lips, a boozy decay lurking beneath a cherry-red, ghoulish film.
This would’ve been my entry in the weekly Micro Bookends contest if my insecurities didn’t get the best of me. I abstained from submitting at the last second. Your story had to begin with the word Silent and end with Film. Your inspiration was the photo above and the word count needed to be between 90-100.
My story Liquid Nights is live over at Spelk Fiction. The journal is the brainchild of Gary Duncan, editor and a talented writer as well. Spelk is a site I’ve admired since its inception. They publish a wide range of genres and styles and I’ve read numerous wonderful stories there and it’s an honor to be published by them. You can read my story here.
The pulse of shade
Drowns her visage
In rythmic swirls
Of corrosive indigo
Aromatic pixels blink
Their song of alienation
A strobe of vacant skin
Vanilla bright, an illusion
Walls whisper, two syllables
A painted tongue’s truth
Tender is the barbed refrain
Chaos, a perennial birth.