“Knock when the boss heads back.” Alma stood wide eyed while Tyrone slipped into the office and stepped towards the computer. A shake of the mouse revealed a screen saver image of orange and black butterflies. Smirking, Tyrone entered “Manoarchs100.” Into the password. A second password block the access to the emails. Tyrone’s eyes roamed the screen for clues, noticing an old email was queued to the top with the subject, ”Town on Friday. 2 nights stay. Back on Friday?” “Fr1day1sh0rse!” let him into the system. Tyrone searched for the email from him proving he had written the recently acclaimed article. The file labeled Originals was password protected with a bizarre riddle. Tyron blanked. Knowing time was precious he opened a chat on with O.W.L. (Online Writing Lab) and typed out, “What is the shortest sentence in the English language?” “Go.” Pinged back. Tyrone entered capital ‘g’, zero, period. His original email and the attached article, “Magic Mirrors – Revealing True Selves,”...
Using writing prompts, I create flash fiction stories that fit on the back of a postcard and send them to people who request them or to random addresses. Below is an archive of my postcard fiction.