Adagio, Part 3. (The End)

Reluctantly, Astrid sat back down.  “Fine,” Marcus murmured, sitting down as well. When the door closed behind her, Astrid released a long, audible breath. “Does this mean we can be bought?” she asked.  “No. It means we deserve to be compensated for this insanity.” “Insanity is correct. This is, by far, the most absurd thing I’ve …

Adagio, Part 2.

In walked an eclectically dressed woman—she wore an orange and black polka dot pantsuit with a pair of white Adidas and glasses with frames that matched her suit—bearing a binder and a bright smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting for so long, friends,” she said. “I’m Grace Carlisle.” She shook their hands enthusiastically before taking …

Adagio, Part 1.

Hey, y'all. Happy April. I come to you with short fiction. Yes, quite happy to report that I've been writing a lot lately (if you follow me on Le Gram, you'll see quite a bit of poetry. Here, we deal expressly in fiction). This story was actually inspired by a writing prompt one of my …

Short Story Prompt – 7/18/14

I actually wrote this short a few months ago. I didn't care for it that much, but it's an offering nonetheless. **************************************************************************** Short story prompt - A broken wristwatch, peppermints, and a hug that goes too far Peppermints and Metal             She rifled around her handbag for peppermints, having suddenly tasted an acerbic combination of …