The short fiction of j hardy carroll
“It looks nice in our yard.” “It wasn’t supposed to look nice. That wasn’t the point.” “What was the point again?” “I wanted to shake them up. Make a statement. You know.” “So you made a dinosaur. Out of garbage.” “Not garbage. Scrap.” “Whatever. You’re surprised they had a bad reaction?” “I thought that—” “You thought…
“Look at that. A rainbow.” She touched his shoulder. He shrugged it away. “So fucking what. Who do you think you are? Noah?” “I’m just saying that it’s not all bad.” “Oh yeah. Easy for you to say.” He stormed off across the asphalt, fists balled in fury. He got to the car and went…
Rochelle picked a beauty this week for her hundred-word flash fiction prompt. Click the link below the story to see the other entries. “I’m not going.” He set his lip in that way he had. The stubborn lip, she called it. “Chas, that’s nonsense. You love it. Besides, they can’t play Bix without their cornetist. They’re…
Friends, it’s the Friday Fictioneers flash fiction– following the featured photo. “What’s back there? Behind the house?” Watching her face, I could see what Clifton meant when he said she was shifty. For the tiniest second she scowled at us, then smoothed it away in that realtor’s smile. “I think it was a barbecue the former…
Time again for Rochelle’s weekly 100-word flash fiction prompt based on a photo prompt. “You ain’t gotta do this. He knows it wasn’t me. Why you gotta do this?” I hate when they get like this. Tell me what I don’t gotta do. This was worse because she was right. He knew it wasn’t her. He even had…
Time for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. It’s a cool exercise in flash fiction. You take the picture below and write a hundred words about it. It makes a great palette cleanser for the bloated writing brain. Click the frog link at the end to read the others. I’ve seen some really good examples lately. “Pard? You…
Here’s another one of these flash fiction pieces. The details are here if you’re interested. A hundred words based on this picture. “They’re wrong for each other.” This comment was no surprise. She’d been building up to it all during the drive, pulling apart her old friendship the way a bored cat will with a dead…
He put his hands behind him, a recalcitrant child. I slapped him hard across the face. He put his palm to his cheek and I grabbed it, pushed it up behind him and lifted him onto his toes. I had the flat of my palm pressed against the first knuckle of his index finger, bending it…