This was my bleary-eyed re-entry into the weekly Sunday night flash fiction challenge, written after a 10 hour international flight followed by a nearly three hour commute from SeaTac Airport to home.  It’s a little light in the loafers but was intended to convey some sly humor at the perception of American tourists in France.

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“You better run, Eva, because when I catch you, you’re gonna get it!” Jonah laughed as he chased Eva in front of Notre Dame, the world famous medieval church in Paris, France.

They had chosen Paris for their honeymoon because it seemed like the most romantic place at the time plus they’d both taken French in college and wanted to put their linguistic skills to use. Continue reading →

You don’t know how close I came to posting:  “This space to be used for most awesome flash fiction ever!  Stay tuned!”  But I didn’t.  Here’s my flash.  Nothing to write home about but it’ll do:

“Sales haven’t been what we’d hoped. I’m afraid we’re going to have to pull the January product.” Lars delivered the news to his CEO with a somber tone, hoped he’d not receive the messenger’s penalty.

“What about the ad campaign? Didn’t that boost sales?” CEO Frederick von Stupfinck steepled his hands in front of him on his desk in the only narrow space not covered with papers. Continue reading →