Nick’s Special Talent – By Dan Duritsa
Flash Fiction / October 25, 2010

Nick sat in his usual booth by the window that overlooked the highway. He watched the the cars race past each other while he sipped his coffee and ate a raisin bagel. The newspaper in front of him had the usual trash of headlines of crime and car accidents. This one murdering this one. That one robbing that one. What a bunch of losers in this town. Time to stand up and take charge just like a true spartan warrior, Nick thought to himself. Nick picked up the cream cheese covered bagel and took another bite. He quickly wiped the debris from the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Kelly, his waitress came over with a fresh pot of coffee. “How’s life today, Nick?” she asked. “Not bad. Just taking in the morning with my usual before I head into work. And you?” “You know me. Just living the dream here at Jake’s Diner,” she said with a sarcastic smile. “Can I give you a fresh refill, Nick?” He lifted his white mug up to her with a wink. “Please do,” he said. “If you need anything else, just holler.” “Will do.” He watched her walk away in those…

When I Wear My Stilettos – By T.M. Nienaber
Micro Fiction / October 25, 2010

There’s something about stilettos that makes a woman really feel like a woman.  Makes her feel like she could have the whole world at her feet and be the dream woman of every man out in the world, that her man is lucky to have her, or that she wants a man worth looking good for.  It’s not really just the shoes though, it’s knowing how to wear them, every woman does at one point in time, but some forget.  There is a point in every woman’s life where, if enough people have beat her down or life has dealt her enough blows, she can never put on her heels again and if she tries they just look awkward and thrown on.  This is how you know a woman’s been broken, when she never has a day where she even things about wearing her heels with blue jeans. I bought new shoes the day after you died.  They do wonderful things for my legs.  You’d probably just have teased me about having too many shoes to begin with when you saw them though.  But when I wear my stilettos I wear them for you, because you’d want me to be…