Brandonia - The Writing of Brandon M. Humphreys

Flash Fiction! The black Jag pulled up to the curb and the Hyundai followed.  The sun shone and made a brilliant glare of both vehicles.  Charlie Finkeberger got out of her Jag and quickly walked around to help the young couple out of the Hyundai.   The man mowing the lawn next door looked at the aging real estate agent.  She definitely paid a lot for that airbrushing , he thought, after comparing the visage now in front of him with the one captured in the FOR-SALE sign on the curb.  He waved at Charlie and she waved back. “New prospects, huh?” He said, shutting the mower off. Charlie smiled contemptuously.  She could swear that old bastard just loved every minute of her not selling this god-forsaken house.  It was like he waited for her to show up.  Every time.  “No, Mr. Kramer,” she straightened her dress and looked at him with a polite smile. “They’re buyers.  These nice young people are going to be your new neighbors...

Fiction “He won’t do it.   He’s yella’.” “Sure he will, just you watch.” “Na.   He’s just like his ol’ man. Yella’ through n’ through.” Jack and Albert continued the debate over Tommy’s character past the edge of town and beyond the tree line that marked the beginning of the Rocky Mountain foothills to the southwest.   “Or…” Jack said, finally.   He stopped and wiped his brow, then he bent slightly to put his hands on his knees. “Or what?” “We should go back and get Susie Jenkins.   That dope’ll do anything when she’s around” Jack declared. “Oooh,” replied Albert. “That’s a good idea.”   Tommy watched from a thicket of underbrush thirty yards from where his two classmates had stopped.   He’d heard the boys as soon as they’d reached the tree line.   They moved as noisily as the bison herds.   Twigs breaking, pine needles shuffling, their voices, their breathing.   They had no clue how to be subtle, he thought...