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The Pool- Friday Flash

An underwater picture of a swimming pool.

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By Melissa L. Webb

The water sparkled, reflecting the sun like diamonds, as it rippled in the morning breeze. Addie barely noticed as she watched from the chaise she was currently occupying. Her focus was on the dark shape resting on the bottom of the pool.

It hunkered in a corner, never moving. It was the size of a person, but what it was, she had no idea. People couldn’t live in a deep end of a pool.

“Come on, Ad,” her brother called, making his way once again to the high dive. “Are you just going to sit there all day?”

“Do you guys see that shadow in the pool?” she asked, fearing ridicule as she did.

“What shadow, Addie?” their older sister, Margret, asked.

“The one in the deep end.”

Margret looked at their brother standing on the high dive board. “Do you see anything, Stuart?”

Glancing below him, he shook his head. “There’s nothing down there,” he called before cannonballing into the pool.

Water splashed Margret and she giggled in delight before jumping into the pool herself.

“Come on,” Stuart said, breaking the surface of the water. “Don’t just sit there. We didn’t talk Mom and Dad into buying a house with a pool just so we can look at it.”

“Don’t waste your time, Stu. Addie’s just being a baby again. She’s not happy unless she can find something to be afraid of,” her older sister told him as she treaded water.

Addie remained silent as they went back to splashing in the water, playing in the cooling pool they wanted so badly. Her eyes never left the shape in the pool. It stayed in the corner, only moving slightly as her brother and sister disturbed the water repeatedly.

Whatever this shape was, she knew it was watching and waiting, playing a game of Russian roulette with her siblings. Anyone of their next dives could be their last.


© 2011 Melissa L. Webb

Stranger In The Night- Friday Flash

Staring eye

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By Melissa L. Webb

I saw the man again last night. He stands at the end of the driveway, staring up at the house. He never moves. He just stands there and stares.

This is the third time I’ve seen him in the last week. This time I called the cops. They sent someone by, but I knew they wouldn’t find him. He left as soon as I took my eyes off him.

He seems to be here for only one thing and one thing alone. Me. He doesn’t want anyone else brought into this. I don’t know why that is, it just is. What I can’t figure out is what he wants from me. What have I done to draw his attention? I live a quiet life. I bother no one. I keep to myself. So, why does this man stand and stare at my house? What has made me a target for this stranger in the night?

It’s getting late. Night is growing closer. I’m afraid. I know the man will be back and I fear it may be tonight. I should leave, but I know it won’t matter. He’ll find me where ever I go.

And the next time he comes, I know he won’t just stand and stare. I feel the certainty of that deep in my bones. Next time he’s here, he’ll come right in.


© 2011 Melissa L. Webb

Her Royal Highness- Friday Flash



By Melissa L. Webb

Buffy walked into the room, checking her surroundings. All eyes were on her. She knew that. They always were. She glanced around, making sure all was well in her domain. Nothing was out of place. No one lingered who shouldn’t be there. Everything was as it should be.

She walked forward, graceful as she moved across the floor. It was time to return to where she belonged.

Something stirred. It wanted her attention. It pawed the air, hoping to spark some kind of intrigue.

She turned a blind eye to the puppy. That wasn’t where her attention lay. It was on the chair in the corner, and the figure occupying it. She wanted to offer solace and receive it in return.

She sprang up, her legs bending gracefully as she did and landed on the soft pink blanket lying in the empty space of the chair. She sighed in content as she bunched up the blanket and then stared up at the human before her. Her human.

The girl glanced down at the red and white Chihuahua as she ran her fingers through her fur. “There’s my baby girl.”

Buffy laid her head on the girl’s arm before she started to snore softly. It was good to be the Princess.

© 2011 Melissa L. Webb 

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Dark Flutters: Stories For A Moonless Night

What flutters under the cover of darkness? What lurks in the darkest corners of the imagination? Venture deep into these 26 short stories and you will find out. From a puddle that holds a deadly secret, to a country that will not die, you will soon see what the night holds. So sit back, relax and begin your journey. Just be sure you leave the lights on.




Memory Flush- Friday Flash

PET scan of a normal human brain

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By Melissa L. Webb

I woke up this morning convinced I’d forgotten something. I knew I had. I could feel it in my bones. All day, I kept waiting for the memory to return to me. It wouldn’t though, no matter how hard I tried to excavate it.

Whatever it was, I knew it was important. Things don’t eat at your soul if they’re not. What was left behind during the night had been very important to me. Maybe even the most important thing in my life.

I looked around my apartment. It was cold and hollow, as if someone had gutted out the very heart of it, and maybe they had. I couldn’t remember. I went to work and suffered through the motions, all the while searching for something to trigger a memory. Was the forgotten thing here? Could I be so upset over something at work? Somehow I doubted it.

I returned, alone, to my apartment. I had no place to go, no one to see, so I settled in front of the TV. Sadness brimmed in me as I searched the channels. I don’t see myself as a couch potato. I thought there was something I was supposed to be doing, someone I should be doing it with, but I couldn’t think of what it might be.

Is that what I have forgotten? My real life. Is it possible someone could have taken it from me, leaving me with nothing but a nagging feeling?

Frustrated, I turned off the TV, heading to bed. I know I have forgotten something, but I’m too tired to think anymore. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and start the worry all over again.


© 2011 Melissa L. Webb