Flash Fiction

"On Listening to Frequency Modulation"

I can smell the chemicals. Don't stand so close to me. Look up on the wall, behind the door. The summer’s out of reach, Mr. Blue Sky. I’m just a singer in a rock and roll ensemble on the road to nowhere. Spin that dial. Don't patch the whole in The Wall.

The flash of fiction is fading with the sun and I don’t know where the subdivisions have gone. Sprawling on the borders, I want to paint it black. Who can it be now? It is so better to safe than sorry. Don’t you want me baby?

Words that meant something at a time in someone's life long ago and far away.