Very Short StoriesVery Short Storieshttp://davidbrush.com/very-short-stories/2011-06-23T03:33:38ZSquarespaceRedfordhttp://davidbrush.com/very-short-stories/2011/6/22/redford.htmlDavid Brush2011-06-23T03:11:04Z2011-06-23T03:11:04ZThis was not what Redford was expecting.

]]>In the Swing of Ithttp://davidbrush.com/very-short-stories/2011/2/19/in-the-swing-of-it.htmlDavid Brush2011-02-19T19:39:12Z2011-02-19T19:39:12ZThe roar started behind third base, and swept around the cheap seats. It wasn't many games ago that Frank had sent one over the fence in that direction. He wasn't the Babe, but he wasn't bad either. The sun caught him over his right shoulder as he reached back for the swing. For a moment he was in heaven. The ball gleamed with a soft glow while seeming to freeze in mid-air. The rotating seams bulged like red veins against ivory skin.

Then suddenly the play was over, he had been duped. His form was impeccable, and his swing ideal; however with screaming ferocity the ball came low and inside blowing a kiss to his kneecap as it landed in the catcher's mitt. Frank had struck out.

]]>Swinginghttp://davidbrush.com/very-short-stories/2010/2/22/swinging.htmlDavid Brush2010-02-22T23:05:16Z2010-02-22T23:05:16ZMike sat back onto the swing, it was the one he used to play on all those years back.  As he began to rock back and forth he thought of her, she had gold hair in pig-tails and a collection of plastic bracelets on her left arm.  Sometimes memories are a good friend.

]]>Dime Wasterhttp://davidbrush.com/very-short-stories/2010/2/9/dime-waster.htmlDavid Brush2010-02-09T23:46:02Z2010-02-09T23:46:02ZCharlie ran the dime around in his hand, the soda pop machine had beat him before but he was determined this time.  Pinching the coin between thumb and index finger he deftly flicked it into the monstrous slot, taking the odds.

Rattle, Clunk, Chink then silence.  

Charlie pressed the button.  

Whizz, rattle, clunk then nothing.  

Charlie's shoulders shrunk and as he began to turn he caught a glimpse of something glistening on the ground, it was a shiny rock.

]]>Desert Goldhttp://davidbrush.com/very-short-stories/2010/2/6/desert-gold.htmlDavid Brush2010-02-07T04:15:20Z2010-02-07T04:15:20ZInching forward into the inky blackness of the pharaoh's tomb, Colonel Malcom of the 115th brigade knew not what lay ahead with the exception of one thing.  His mother had not packed a sufficient provision in his lunch box if this should happen to take more than the afternoon.

]]>Current Againsthttp://davidbrush.com/very-short-stories/2010/2/5/current-against.htmlDavid Brush2010-02-06T02:22:54Z2010-02-06T02:22:54ZLaunching the canoe, Billy expected it to turn downstream.  This soon turned out to be an incorrect assumption, as the evil genius Dr. Phibbius had just switched on his patented Reverse-O-Tron XJ9000.

]]>Lucky Foreverhttp://davidbrush.com/very-short-stories/2010/2/4/lucky-forever.htmlDavid Brush2010-02-05T01:52:09Z2010-02-05T01:52:09ZThe waterfall seemed to never end.  Although on a good day you could gain a glimpse of brown towards the bottom.  It is said that if you see it, you will be lucky in life.  I only have the postcard given to me by my uncle.

]]>Red Shinobihttp://davidbrush.com/very-short-stories/2010/2/3/red-shinobi.htmlDavid Brush2010-02-03T17:50:25Z2010-02-03T17:50:25ZThe sweetness of the tomato was haunting.  Without a sound, she dropped her sheers to the side of the bucket.  As her eyes closed, in order to hold in the moment, a tingle crept up her back like a tiny ninja parade.

]]>The Curvehttp://davidbrush.com/very-short-stories/2010/2/3/the-curve.htmlDavid Brush2010-02-03T17:14:00Z2010-02-03T17:14:00ZLeaning out of the window...
Old Ray thought it was a good idea...
But that was until they went around the Milltown curve.

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