BURGER SCOOT

Category: Flash Fiction

  • Zen and the Mud Puddle

    I took my dog, Vivian, out for her morning walk yesterday. Halfway through, she lunged towards another canine across the street. I lost my balance and stepped into a deep mud puddle. I got angry at Vivian, but it’s on me; I trained her poorly. As the walk continued, I…

  • The Great American Past-Time

    After the ride to the station, the hum of the train, the anticipation at the ticket gate, buying a new cap for a new season, a new beginning, Clay anxiously took his seat along the third baseline. A year had passed since he had attended one of these. Now, he’d…

  • Frozen in a field of Pradas

    “Maximus has something in his mouth!” Janet frantically whispered to Brandon, waking him up. “He’s under the bed!” When Brandon shined his Maglite under the bed, he saw a three-inch field mouse–scampering into their closet. “What is it?” “It’s a mouse, presumably drowning in your Pradas.” “Ew!” Brandon found the…