Fiction by Jeff T Higgins
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
The Park
Michelle had become so engrossed in her book that she didn't notice the grass around her picnic blanket growing at a tremendous rate. With every turn of the page, the blades rose higher to swallow their prey.
By the time she finished the story and let out a sigh, the green wary had become impenetrable.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Love at First Sight
The weight of the silver frame felt sturdy in her hands while she caressed his picture. He's so handsome, she thought. His hair, his eyes, he's absolutely perfect. A warm sigh left her lips as she put the frame in her purse.
She barely noticed the alarm blaring as she departed through the broken window.
The Coast Without
I baited my hook and cast into the surf.
In my youth, this beach was far too busy to be fished, even on a cold cloudy day like today. The upside to being the last person was that I could stand with the waves as long as I liked, drinking the sea with my eyes.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
The Night Wind
The night wind blows through my hair as I walk under a street light. A tingling sensation grabs hold of me somewhere between my ears and my throat. I stop and look back. No one is there. I don't care what my eyes say, I'm being followed.
My pace quickens and so does my pulse.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Ruins
He clawed through the ruins looking for bugs, rats, anything smaller than him. Imaginary conversations kept him strong.
"How can you eat that? That's not what people eat."
"It's what survivors eat."
"Do you really want to live like that?"
"Better to live like this than die like them."
"Just give up, kid."
"You first."
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Slide
Tyler whooshed down the slide, but didn't stop at the end like his mother told him. He slid through the earth and beyond the plane of this existence. He came to rest in a place without time. He cried out for his mother and a hand reached down from the heavens to scoop him up.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Reminders
Mitchell looked at his reflection in the mirror on her nightstand, partially obscured by a ridge of white powder. He placed a platinum band on the table and walked out. He opened the trunk of his car to store his duffel bag but was greeted by an unused stroller.
The reminders would never go away.
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