Jim's Shorts (microfiction, drabbles, and flash)

Jim Latham
very short fiction delivered Wednesdays
Created 22 Aug 2020
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  • The Beggar by the Taco Cart
    10 Nov 2021 • 1 min read • 4 5
    The beggar huddled near the taco cart. His skin was dirty, his clothes ragged. When the old lady offered him tacos, he refused. She insisted; he accepted. She passed him a plate with a shaking hand. H...
  • The Carnitas Taco Cure
    03 Nov 2021 • < 1 min read • 6 0
    Overworked and underloved, I ran to Mexico and holed up in a hotel room all alone. Writing. Distilling discontents to purple prose. Eventually, hunger drove me from my lair. At a taco cart on a cobble...
  • Tamales and Cologne
    27 Oct 2021 • < 1 min read • 6 5
    The first food cart sells tacos and rents motor scooters. The tacos taste fine if a bit oily. I don’t sample the scooters. The second cart, a few blocks away, sells tamales and single shots of cologne...
  • Portrait of a Reluctant Hero
    20 Oct 2021 • < 1 min read • 10 13
    Saddle leather creaked as Gwynn fidgeted atop his fearsome warhorse, Clyde. The alien world visible through the shimmering portal appeared to be equal parts forest, rain, and mud. “Like Seattle,” Gwyn...
  • Water Cooler Talk
    13 Oct 2021 • < 1 min read • 8 5
    Dinesh caught on after my third trip to the water cooler. “Drink a bit last night?” He grinned. “Enough I sang karaoke with Rip and Sandy.” Dinesh raised an eyebrow. “Dock of the Bay.” “Good song.” “R...
  • Plausible Deniability
    06 Oct 2021 • < 1 min read • 5 1
    “Rand-O!” Randall winced. Mateo only used his nickname when they were furious. “Why in the name of all that isn’t holy did you reject our biggest donor’s submission with a form letter you didn’t even ...
  • A Better Man Than Me
    29 Sep 2021 • < 1 min read • 9 10
    The beggar sat in the shade outside the 7-Eleven. He wore ragged jeans and worn-out sandals. His toenails were split, his skin caked with dirt and grime. His shirt read Money. There was a ragged hole ...
  • Value Judgement
    22 Sep 2021 • < 1 min read • 8 9
    When the muggers grabbed me, I stayed cool. I’d boxed some, but there were two of them and I’d had a few beers. Not good odds. I handed the shorter one the few pesos I was carrying. He frowned. “Not m...
  • Pineapple and Mayonnaise
    15 Sep 2021 • 1 min read • 8 5
    Bill sat at the table wearing track pants and a tuxedo jacket—and sporting a large bump on his head. I fixed myself a coffee. “How are you, Bill?” “Got a bit of a headache. Otherwise great.” He took a...
  • Why I Am Here and What Took So Long
    08 Sep 2021 • < 1 min read • 6 2
    My new friend had questions. The bar’s terrace had a fine view, the night was warm, and I had answers. “Why did you choose Oaxaca?” “I spent a few days here on a trip ten years ago and loved it. I mea...
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