CJ Flannery
Bio
I have been writing for over 50 years, just now getting the nerve to share my work. Be gentle in your critiques.
Stories (21/0)
PEAR TREE
PEAR TREE The Forbidden Fruit “Hurry! He’s coming.” The words drove fear into my heart. At eight years old I was sitting atop a six foot block wall. Dressed in denim overalls and a T-shirt, like my brothers, I was participating in an annual coming of age ritual for the children in our neighborhood.
By CJ Flannery3 years ago in Fiction
Baader_Meinhof
Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, never heard of it? But I bet you have experienced it. It means there is something, say a particular model and color of truck you just bought, or a breed of dog, something new to you that you think is unique. And suddenly, everywhere you look you see that item.
By CJ Flannery3 years ago in Fiction
A Stick of Gum and a TV Remote
Debra dropped to her knees pushing vines and branches aside to crawl under the rock overhang. With a branch, she gently scrubbed the fallen leaves, removing her footprints; pulling the foliage into place, she prayed she was hidden. She would rather die than be found, although being found might easily lead to her death.
By CJ Flannery3 years ago in Fiction
Ana's Journey
PROLOGUE 1970 Washington It was a day of celebration for the six gray haired ladies who sat around the table in the large kitchen of a modest ranch house. At first it would appear these women had nothing in common, they ranged in age from mid-forties to almost 70, tall and short, skinny to “could stand to lose a few pounds,” Hispanic, white, black and Asian. In fact, they had three things in common: all were female, all had some shade of grey or silver hair and most importantly, each had been the victim of domestic violence.
By CJ Flannery3 years ago in Fiction
IRONY
Myra wept, clutching a heart shaped locket to her breast. Tears had become a way of life for her these past weeks. Tears were her daily companions, especially the tears of irony. Irony that she was here on the ferry dock in Seattle while her family was on a small island ten miles away, so close, yet impossibly far. Irony that she was away from the home she and her husband had chosen as their “bug in” location. Irony that she had come to fill her trailer with supplies on the very day of the event.
By CJ Flannery3 years ago in Fiction