Sue Spitulnik

Creative Lady



If Only – Flash Fiction

Her father worked evenings. That was good. She rarely had to be alone with him.

Getting off the school bus she checked the drive. He was home. Damn!

He would expect her to walk around naked so he could ogle and touch her.

Her mother was buried, no longer a wedge of protection. No siblings.

She stood there, on the edge; go in or not.

She backed away, fishing for her cell phone. She touched the only safe number.

“Dad’s home, therefore drunk. Can you come get me?”

Waiting, she decided to stick with the lie, he gets mean.


In response to Charli Mills -Carrot Ranch Literary

January 25, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that goes to the edge. Consider what the edge might be and how it informs the story. Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by January 30, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published January 31). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!


Through a Window

When at my computer

outside the window

squirrels run atop the fence

clouds meander or skitter past

and trees show me the season.


When in church

the stained glass

depicts sacred parts of history

deflects the beautiful light of life

and helps me examine my own.


When window shopping

with family or friend

in a near town or far city

the items entice me to enter

to decide if I must have them.


When outside looking in

The lights of my home

promise warmth and protection

a shelter from discourse

and a safe place to lay my head.


{written for a poetry contest. The window is a sky light covering in the Frank Lloyd Wright Darwin Martin House, Buffalo, NY}

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