The Challenge of #LittleFiction

The Challenge of #LittleFiction

At the beginning of June, an Instagram challenge hosted by @jennybravobooks floated into my view thanks to @meghangorecki. The challenge was to write a #LittleFiction every day of the month. When I bopped into the challenge, I already knew I wouldn’t be able to do every day. But, flash fiction has always deeply intimidated. Writing short anything has never been my gift. I am wordy. I just am. And I accept it. But, trying out #LittleFiction was pretty fun for...
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In Memoriam of 2016: A Poem

In Memoriam of 2016

In Memoriam of 2016, I’ve written this poem (well, really, for every year past). May it make you chuckle and breathe relief as we move from one year past to one year new. A word from Barbara, Lady Tennysdaughter, who sends her thanks for the thoughtful year, witty friends, and silly twists.   Ring out, cell phone, to the wild sky, The flying yell, the frosty trill: The year is dying from the mill; Ring out, cell phone, and let...
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Blink: Christmas In Vienna

Blink: Christmas In Vienna

Tugging my winter hat over my ears, I reached for my puff coat and slipped my arms in. The Florida sunshine giggled at me as it beamed through the curtains of my bedroom, and I shook my head. Christmas and December meant snow. And cold. And if I couldn’t be where it was, I’d imagine myself there. And nothing helps imagination more than reality. I zipped up my coat and tapped my booted heels together. Blink, blink, squeeeeeze tight. Cool air...
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When I Forget Who God Is

When I Forget Who God Is

The road directions mapped out my course on my phone even without wifi, and I jammed out to music as I sped down the roads. I knew half of the route after all. No need to worry. But first, a quick stop at a store to pick out a snack to take with me to the party. I walked through the sliding doors and bouquets of flowers bobbed at me. No, I didn’t need flowers. Two steps towards the food, and...
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Flash Fiction: The Measure of Character

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  The Measure of Character by Barbara Brutt, IG @cordiallybarbara, T @barbarabrutt   I should have known when he didn’t look up from his phone. When I first set eyes on him, I didn’t like him because he expected to be liked. His body, like a swimmer, strung long, lean, and fit with ape arms. Grey eyes and dusty hair that could either be brown or blond depending on the light. Sure, someone might think him attractive but not me. I...
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Short Story: The Empty Speech Bubble

She scratched her nose. The movement irritated her newly healing tattoo located on her finger. Evelyn surveyed the underground train with its ever-changing occupants, Chanel bags next to trash bags stuffed with a conglomeration of items, families crammed next to singles, old fashioned next to high fashion. A swirl of scents, colors, movements. Five stops to go. A woman who looked like she’d just walked out of a magazine rushed to another train car just as the doors were closing....
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A Momma’s Heart

Oddly, I’ve been receiving baby promotions for diapers, clothes, care, and all things baby to my “other” email address. The stage of life I find myself in has my Facebook homefeed filled with engagements, marriages, anniversaries, and babies (not necessarily in that order). It seems perfectly appropriate that I would be on the receiving end of a deluge of baby emails from Baby everything. And so in light of babies and mothers, I decided to try to project myself into...
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When Restlessness Jitters Your Bones

Restless. Bone-jittering restlessness. Pacing the apartment. In one room and out again, circling to repeat, once, twice, thrice, until I can’t remember how many times. Things to do. Homework. Cleaning. Writing papers. Everything. But I can’t sit. Every time I do, I’m up again feeling unsettled, not present, and restless.   What had me so unsettled, so muscle-spazzingly restless? I finally paused my steps and asked, “Barbara, why are you feeling like this?” I knew. One of my best friends...
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Short Story: Afraid of Nothing

“The sun comes sooooooon!” My mami twittered above my head, but her feathers dimmed the shrillness of her sweet call. I tucked my head closer to my own downy feathers, adjusting my little rump on the soft twigs of our nest. My siblings shifted with me. “The sun! The SUN! THE SUN!!!” Mrs. Twitter sang as she flew. I knew she flew by because her song both loudened and softened according to her proximity to our little tree space. “the...
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Entertaining Your Muse

Perhaps you don’t have to entertain your muse. Maybe she shows up and entertains distracts you at the most odd of moments. I had a friend once who described this look to me as “going with the fairies.” That little word picture of my wandering mind delighted me. Sometimes it feels like that. When I’m brainstorming sections of stories, it requires long pauses of staring into space doing nothing. I try to keep these moments to private spaces because I’ll...
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