Len Serafino

SCRITTURA BREVE

Flash fiction that reveals characters, give a glimpse of the human condition, or simply entertains.

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Scrittura Breve | Len Serafino

Apr 12, 2019

Ring-Ring

Apr 12, 2019

Macie was in with the doctor when her cell phone rang. Her phone sat in the crowded waiting room with her husband, Carson. The ringtone actually spoke the words, “Ring-Ring,” repeatedly for six full rings, unless the call was answered sooner. The volume was turned up full….

Apr 12, 2019

Mar 28, 2019

After Hours

Mar 28, 2019

Luke Ford sat on a bar stool at the After Hours Bar. He smoked a cigarette, something the bar owner allowed only after regular closing time. He also sold drinks after hours to regulars, illegal …

Mar 28, 2019

Mar 20, 2019

Clear Skies Airlines

Mar 20, 2019

As usual Cynthia woke up at ten minutes past five a.m. on Friday morning without the help of her alarm clock. She had turned off the alarm months ago. She didn’t need it. Her body clock never failed. Having showered the night before…

Mar 20, 2019

Feb 22, 2019

True Confession

Feb 22, 2019

I’m going to tell you a story, knowing you won’t like me when you hear it. I’m telling my story now because I hope that in the telling, I won’t be haunted by it anymore. I’m not the only man who…

Feb 22, 2019

Feb 10, 2019

The Strike Out

Feb 10, 2019

“Well, little sister, what’s so important that we had to meet this early on a Wednesday morning? Is it even light out yet?”

“Good morning to you too,” she said. “It’s Jack. I can’t take it anymore. I’m leaving him…”

Feb 10, 2019

SHORT STORIES

Some stories are meant to be short. If a short story stands on it’s own, complete from the the writer’s point of view, then it has met its destiny.

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Short Stories | Len Serafino

Mar 9, 2019

Redemption

Mar 9, 2019

“You don’t remember me, do you?” She had pulled up alongside him, about six feet from where he was watching the early news on the wide screen television. He looked relaxed in a soft leather chair in the TV room of an exclusive assisted living facility.

He barely glanced at her. “Nope. Should I?”

“Yes, I believe you should. It was…

Mar 9, 2019

Jan 31, 2019

The Price We Pay For Love

Jan 31, 2019

A woman had been found dead, apparently struck in the head by a blunt object. The crime scene team was busy checking for fingerprints…

Jan 31, 2019

Nov 16, 2018

Unanticipated Consequences

Nov 16, 2018

When he wasn’t there, she began to panic a little. She called out to him, “Mark, where are you?” No response. She turned toward the front door and saw her husband’s body lying in front of it. She ran to him and shouted his name. He was lying on his left side. When she turned him over…

Nov 16, 2018

Oct 5, 2018

The Northern Pacific Railroad Murder

Oct 5, 2018

Freight conductor, Terry Preston felt the movement first, the squeaking wheels of the Northern Pacific freight cars as they rounded a curve. He didn’t want to open his eyes; his head was already pounding. Then he felt something drip on his forehead. A drop of water? He groaned.

“I thought they fixed that leak in the roof of this damn caboose,” he said. He rubbed the drop from his head and opened his eyes. Immediately he stood up. “What the hell?” His hands were red, his shirt and vest had red spots too, blood. He looked at the top bunk, not sure what to expect...

Oct 5, 2018

Sep 16, 2018

The Missing Piece

Sep 16, 2018

“…Good morning, Myles,” Duncan said. “I was just giving Detective Brower here his assignment for tonight’s shift when a call came in to get someone from Homicide over to 1855 Old Hickory Place. Looks like some dame caught one in the left temple last night. Home invasion maybe.”

Myles looked at Brower and whistled. “You take that one. That’s a big money area…

Sep 16, 2018