Flash Fiction by Jerry J. Davis
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Darwin sat wearily on the back deck of the steamer, gazing out at the islands and bidding them farewell.
A large lizard swam behind the boat, calling to him. “Darwin! Darwin, please… Don’t leave me!”
“I’m sorry,” he said to the lizard. “It would have never worked.”
“I’ll change for you,” the lizard called out. “I swear I will!”
He shook his head, knowing she could never change. Her children perhaps, but not her.
Tags: Darwin, flash fiction, Galapagos, lizards
The world is a much more exciting place ever since the Mexican jumping bricks got loose. Not a day goes by when, at some point, Joe’s life isn’t endangered. Like earlier this evening, while trying to relax with a cup of Jasmine tea and a heaping plate of fried noodles. The red bricks vibrated loose from the columns outside and began leaping en masse through the plate glass windows, sending shards everywhere.
Damn it, he thought. Sparkles from glass twinkled at him from his noodles. All that wasted food. His stomach told him to eat around it.
The staff burst from the back of the restaurant, screaming as they counter attacked, their hands and feet making overly-loud swooshing sounds in the air. Finally there was a use for the Karate art of breaking bricks by hand. Joe stared at his ruined food stoically as young Japanese men and women shouted “Yah!” and “Ooooo-wah!” punctuated by the sharp snapping of masonry.
One woman who’s reflexes proved too slow fell against his table on the way to the floor, where she convulsed from fatal head trauma. A red gash on her temple told of where a corner of one of the Mexican jumping bricks got her. Joe’s noodles rained upon her blood stained chest.
Joe sighed, and got up to leave.
“You did not pay!” yelled one of the Japanese men.
“I didn’t get my dinner. She did.” He pointed at the floor.
They were going through the dead woman’s purse as Joe pushed his way through the broken glass door, stepping out into the mayhem of the world beyond.
Tags: bricks, flash fiction, genetic mutants, invasion, martial arts, noodles, science fiction
He promised to show her Eden.
A three hour hike through the beautiful moss covered oaks, low grass, and shady groves of fern led them to a waterfall that feathered its way 30 feet down into a large pool. On their way to the water they passed the remains of the old farm house, abandoned so long ago the wood had turned to dust, and walked through the small apple orchard now gone wild. She raced past him and dove into the water without hesitation.
“Isn’t it cold?” he asked.
“Yes!” she gasped, laughing. “It’s wonderful!”
He took off his shoes and socks, then waded into the chilly water. She swam up to him with a bundle in her hand, and tossed it dripping onto a sunlit bolder. She smiled at the look on his face.
“Was that all your clothes?” he asked.
“Well,” she said, “isn’t Eden clothing-optional?”
“Yes,” he said, grinning. “Yes it is.” He undid the front of his pants, and let them drop.
Above, a snake slithered through the branches of an apple tree, pausing to look down at them and flick its tongue.
Tags: apples, flash fiction, kissing, love, nudity, romance, skinny dipping, snakes
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