The Secret Garden

(About 1000 words)

“You sure you’ll be okay, honey?”

Danny looked up from his copy of The Secret Garden. Again. He smiled and nodded. Again.

“Come on, Winnie! The market closes in an hour and a half!” His dad called from the other room.

“Coming!” She looked at her son. They’d be back in an hour or so, sure, but this was the first time they were leaving him alone. She had every right to be worried.

“There’s some leftover meatloaf in the microwave if you get hungry,” she said for the twentieth time, “and remember—”

“Don’t let in strangers, don’t go out into the backyard, and if Doormat barks, only check from the balcony. I remember, mom.”

Winnie smiled. Her little boy was growing up fast. It seemed like yesterday that she was teaching him to say his name.

Meanwhile, John came in. “Winnie, let’s go.

“I was coming, just—”

“Danny’s a big boy now.” He went in and ruffled his son’s hair. “Almost eight, am I right?”

“Yes, daddy.” He smiled.

“You be good, Dan.”

“I will.”

Danny saw them off and bolted the door. Their deep blue Chevy screeched away and finally, for the first time ever, he was alone.

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Marked Difference

(About 1000 words)

“Uber for Mark?” the handsome middle-aged passenger peeked through the front window. The driver took one look at him and almost fainted.

“You’re… you’re Mark Romero, right? Agent Mark Romero?”

Romero sighed. It had been fun at first, but now it was starting to get seriously annoying. Damn that Tina for convincing him to get on TV.

“That’s the one.”

If the driver could’ve jumped, he would have.

“Omigod, sir, big fan, sir, big fan—”

“Thanks, now, I need to—”

“The way you busted that coke ring, sir, saw it on TV sir, heroic, absolutely fantastic.”

“Yes, thank you, flattered; now listen to me—what’s your name?”

“Kevin, sir, at your service.” The man actually saluted.

“Look, Kevin, I have my nephew’s wedding to get to, now, and Juárez’s nearly three hours away. I’m running an hour late already, so I’ll make you a deal– you step on it, and I’ll tell you about that cocaine ring on the way. How does that sound?”

Kevin took a second to take the panicked man’s information in. “Very good, sir, very good. Hop in.”

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Breaking and Entering

(600 words, approx)

“Looked.”

“What?”

Yuto peered at the sign hung inside the window. “It is written ‘looked’.”

Cynthia shook her head. “It says ‘locked’, not ‘looked’. Besides, we don’t need a sign to know that, do we?” She went back to picking the lock. He was a foreign exchange student, here till next September, but still getting used to the English language.

Yuto frowned. “I think this, what we do, is wrong.”

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Killing the Creator (part 10)

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I was stunned into immobility for a few moments, my sweaty hands clutching the papers, my eyes fixed on the shelf before me. My whole face pulsing with my racing heart, I turned around to find a balding man in a blue shirt and sepia pants frowning at me. Either the lab assistant or the peon.

I gulped. “Yes- yes sir?”

“I said what are you doing here so early in the morning without a teacher?”

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Parade

Hundred-worders were never my thing until I joined WordPress. Then, I wrote a couple of them. Now, with two participations in Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge, (including this one), my formerly practically non-existent mini-fiction skills are getting some exercise. And the added benefit is that I’m blogging today although I have a Maths exam tomorrow. So, here we go:

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