Flash Fiction: Vanilla with Sprinkles

She didn’t seem thrown by the questions. “Vanilla,” she replied promptly, “with sprinkles.” He smiled. She came in every Saturday afternoon with the same order. He had given up on convincing her to try another more exotic flavor, goat cheese with red cherries or whiskey and pecans. She just didn’t …

Flash Fiction: Beyond His Reach

His portrait stares at her, reminding her of the way he used to be, before. During the days that’s all she has of him, his picture mocking her. She hears the servants whispering, gossiping over the reasons he’s so often gone from their home. He’s found another lover, he’s spending all his time in the …