And There They Are by M. Taggart

Flash Fiction Published!

Thanks to Terveen, Editor of MasticadoresIndia, I’m thrilled to share my flash fiction, And There They Are.

When you have a moment, please visit the publication and read the story. Thanks everyone!

MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill

The black and white image of a tables inside a restaurant with a partial view of a wine glass and glass of water
Image Courtesy: M. Taggart

“Now, with that?”

“I’ll go with what my sorry wants.”

“And again with power of persuasion?”

She stroked her glass of wine. Often she felt alone.

“It’s what I see when I walk.”

“What are we going to do though? Really?”

“I’m going to pay and leave. You can stay here.”

The waiter came, heard, and walked away.

Outside the birds knew nothing about this. The
speech died and liberty was machine like.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Can it not end?”

The sun was there.

“Why should it be here?”

Her wine glass worried.

He left.

She smiled. The trees. The wind.
The waiting was over. The sun knew.
And he walked.

-M. TAGGART

Matt Taggart is a loving husband, father, and author of the award-winning short story, ‘Bodies In The Basement’. Visit to read more of his thoughts and writing.

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Poem

Matt

you say things
we’re thinking
but when you say them
it becomes real
and we always knew
but we didn’t say it

My best friend told me this
We were young

Abe

He helped shape me

-M. Taggart

Poem Up! #The Confused Parallel

Written by -M. Taggart
Published- MasticadoresUSA

The Confused Parallel

He couldn’t catch his breath. His words
were spinning in his mind with such ferocity
he was unable to calm himself as he began to
shake. He was sure he could see his words
on the ceiling. He pulled his body together,
clamped his knees to his chest, and rocked
while trying to make as little noise as possible.
She was asleep next to him. Her beautiful black
hair lay along the side of her face, nestled softly
onto her pillow, splashing a blackness so peaceful,
just around her head as a halo might linger for
a moment longer when the harboring light is willing
to have it. This light was not for him. 

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Thanks everyone, and of course- Thank you, Gabriela!

Matt