Becky Flade, Author

He watched as she weaved through the trees. Followed, silently, as she picked her way carefully along the dark path. She stopped, sat on a bench in the moonlight. She sighed and he ached. Lauren. It had been so long and he missed her. Yearned for her touch. Everything about her called to him but he stayed back. She was no longer his to hold. He knew she had moved on; that she loved another. "Hi Tommy, Happy Halloween.” Her whisper carried on the breezeless night. “I know it’s been a while but I needed to talk to you. I’m…” she paused. He drifted closer to the bench. “The man I’m seeing, Chase, he’s asked me to marry him.” Tommy didn’t think he could hurt any more. He’d been wrong. "I didn’t think I’d ever love anyone again after you; but I do. What Chase and I have, it’s different from what you and I had, but different doesn’t mean less. But now that I’m looking at forever, I find myself thinking more and more about us. About what coul...

What is the bunny apocalypse?   It is a flash fiction collaboration penned by twenty writers and then published on the moderators blog concluding on, appropriately enough, Easter day.      What is flash fiction? I had no idea either. The always amazing Ksenia Anske put out a call on Twitter last week for writers interested in doing an Easter flash fiction called Bunny Apocalypse. Of course, having no idea what that was, armed only with the information above and the fact I had a 500 - 600 word limit, I jumped right in. I had this picture in my head of the Easter Bunny à la William Wallace in the movie Braveheart that just delighted me. I assumed each writer came up with an individual short piece. I hammered mine out real quick and zipped an email to Ksenia; I really wanted to make the cut (there was a black leather duster with a hole for the tail, plus purple war paint because Lenten vestments are purple). I was excited and symbolic. I was ...