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FLASH FICTION pieces are small bits of stories or musings.


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Fern Suess writes, snaps, and makes art. Tablecloth Nights, a Memoir, can be purchased in paperback or e-book at Amazon.com. She's most happy with a book, a paint brush, or palette knife in her hand, and has learned to love her phone, because of the ease of taking photos. 

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Marilyn was eight and I was nine when she hurried up to the corner of Whitney and Judge streets in Elmhurst where we often met. She was excited, bursting really. I could see that from half a block away.

Her dark eyes were sparkly under deep dark brown bangs. Her mouth was spread in a wide grin.

As she got closer, I saw that her coat, a black watch plaid with velvet collar that I envied every time I saw her or her twin sister, had a slight bulge at the top, where the buttons were undone on a chilly March day.


"Look what I have!" She said as she crossed over to my corner. She opened another button on her coat and a fluffy black curly head peeked out, eyes shiny, nose wet.
"This is Blackjack!"

Blackjack became a cherished poodle-y family pet who got by on his very good looks and adorable playfulness, yet sometimes exhibited less than admirable behavior. The night before our high school orientation, I slept over at their house, and Blackjack absconded with my panty hose the next morning. By the time we found him under a bed, the panty hose were in shreds. I went to orientation with dread; the nuns really frowned upon bare legs.

"Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then..."