A is For Applejuice, a flash fiction story by Jean M. Hodges

Fiction, Flash Fiction

Curses weren’t always a bad thing; Ginger figured there were worse things in the world than being a Black gorgon.

Ginger knew this, and she knew her and all the women in her family was more of a protection, anyway; a genetic talisman bestowed upon them by cruel and beautiful gods in some ancient land long, long, ago, maybe.  

So, yeah, Ginger didn’t mind the snakes in her hair so much? She just wished That Cute Kaida could really look her way someday.

That Cute Kaida worked at the corner store down the street from Ginger’s house; Ginger first caught sight of them when sneaking into the store in the middle of her lunch break to grab some corn chips before class.

That Cute Kaida was the owner’s teenage nibling, working in the store after dropping out of their own high school and working on their own GED to get into community college.


“They did my baby dirty, Miss Ginger,” the store owner, would say, clicking her tongue and whispering something in a Spanglish Ginger couldn’t understand. “As if it’s their fault their Mama was a werewolf. They missed so many classes just to take care of their baby brothers and sisters! Is that a crime? These damn white teachers…”

Ginger only caught glances of them, really; sometimes sweeping up the corner store floors, sometimes bopping to a song on their auntie’s radio, sometimes behind the counter, studying in between working the cash register.

However, despite all the information Ginger gathered from just seeing them on snack stops in between school, classes and coming home, That Cute Kaida only really knew Ginger for one thing:

“Hey, Applejuice! Will that be all? It’s nice to see you again”

And Ginger would blush, smile, and pay.

THE END

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Sodapop, a flash fiction short story by Jean M. Hodges

Fiction, Flash Fiction

TW: Rated PG-13 for sexual inneundo.

They always bought their favorite soda from the corner store down the street. It right by their apartment, and anyway, the two of them enjoyed being out together for a bit, this town being a bright, sunny place that made them want to rest under the heat. Might as well put a cool drink to their lips, right?

They brought their cool goods to the nearby park, taking cover under a shady tree, eager to get a sip of the magical elixir before the heat of the day overtook them.

The man drunk first, he reached over his girlfriend’s legs to get the soda from their small cooler, the drink grazing over her bare, brown legs in his haste as he ushered the syrupy sweet to his wide, soft lips.

The woman shivered at the perspiration to from the man’s hurried drink, the cool of the metal causing dripping pleasantly at the chilly contact.

The man found himself blushing, smiling a guilty smile to her as he’d chugged the drink down. The woman watched her boyfriend eagerly drink with a quiet sense of relish that stirred her stomach, though she figured it was the heat.

After a moment, the man saw her staring, and mistook the rosy flush of on her cheeks as a preemptive heat stroke. Smiling warmly at her, the man passed the soda bottle to her, and the woman blushed, shook her head and looked away.

The man put the man moved the soda in his into his other hand, putting a hand on his girlfriend’s bare shoulder, causing the young woman to look up at the chilly shock.

They looked each other’s eyes for a moment, the sound of each other’s breathing and the pop-pop-pop of the soda the only noise in the space between them.

The man held the soda out in front of the woman one more time, and smiled sweetly, his large brown eyes giving a gentle prompt.

The woman smiled back, and seeing that the drink looked good, took it in her hands and gave a large gulp.

The man swallowed at the sight of her, and blushed at the woman licking the sugar water off of her lips.

The woman caught his gaze, smiled wickedly, and drank some more, draining the whole thing out before handing the empty bottle back to him.

The man didn’t come back to himself until her heard her opening another.

THE END

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Shango, the Witch, & the Wand – a flash fiction short story by Jean M. Hodges

Fiction, Flash Fiction

Shango had been snoozing in his car seat in the city junkyard when the witch banged on his window.

“Hey!” they yelled, banging on the glass. “Hey! Hey!  Hobo, hey!”

Shango rolled over in his bed in the back seat, sticking his tongue out at the witch before rolling over on his belly, giving them his ass.

After that, the Witch disappeared from the side of his car, and after a few minutes of silence, Shango almost thought that they’d decided to leave him alone for the night.

Almost. But he knew better.

Grumbling as he pushed himself up from his car seat, Shango stretched before reaching over and opening the car door in front of him, not surprised to see the Witch taking a screwdriver to his tires.

“What is it?” Shango asked, slumping his shoulders in defeat.

The Witch smiled, dropping the screwdriver back into the gigantic pocketbook they always carried with them, standing up to face the sleepy youth in front of them.

“I lost my wand, help me find it.”

Stretching his arms out, Shango phased through through his car door before plopping on the metal-filled ground with a hard, transparent thud, right by the Witch’s bare feet.

“Alright, where do we start?”

*~* They found wand stuck with along with the other garbage in a pile of abandoned baby stuff; toys never played with and shoes never worn.

“We square?” Shango asked the witch, and they grinned, nodding vigorously.

Shango smiled. “Good. And hey! If you need somewhere to sleep during a hurricane, my car’s always open.”

The Witch’s smile faded off their face as they gazed in surprise at the back of the young ghost, watching in silence as Shango floated back to the junkyard pile of the landfill graveyard.

Looking back at them with a mischievous smile, Shango added,

“Just bang.”

THE END

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