STUART WATSON: The Fly
Flash Fiction by Stuart Watson A Buzzing in Her EarTwo weeks before Christmas is no time for a fly to show up. I was reading, enjoying the shitty life of the writer’s imagination, when this fly divebombs my ear. My right ear, if you care. I called Big Bad Brad. He’s the only exterminator inContinue reading “STUART WATSON: The Fly”
ROBERT BOUCHERON: Run-in with a Granite Bollard
Flash fiction by Robert Boucheron Estimate Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wantmore, Based on our conversation at the house you bought on Rundown Lane, here is an estimate for repairs and renovations. These items are not meant to alarm. They suggest, however, that what looked like a real estate bargain will prove toContinue reading “ROBERT BOUCHERON: Run-in with a Granite Bollard”
JOHN BRANTINGHAM: To Speak of Roses would be to Break their Spell
Flash Fiction by John Brantingham Rose In January, Marcus steeled his courage and started to chat with Andi in class, this girl he played with when he was a little kid and who had become strange to him since they moved into high school. In February, their conversations were easy and light, and heContinue reading “JOHN BRANTINGHAM: To Speak of Roses would be to Break their Spell”
RON BURCH: A Hole Within A Hole
Flash Fiction by Ron Burch Grief Swaggers into Your House Grief swaggers into my disheveled house and kicks over my bookcase. It beats up the pillows and whispers terrible things in my ear to wake me in the dark. It grabs at my insides, long, hard fingers clawing them out. It crashes on ourContinue reading “RON BURCH: A Hole Within A Hole”
BRAD ROSE: No More Snake Conspiracies For This Dude
Flash Fiction by Brad Rose Smitten Just for a lark, I voted against myself. Yes, it hurt my feelings, but I don’t like to awaken before I go to sleep. Some people think it was because of those slippery eels, but I’m in favor of all the things those naysayers are against. It’s part ofContinue reading “BRAD ROSE: No More Snake Conspiracies For This Dude”
MANDIRA PATTNAIK: Never A Slip Between Cup And Lip
Flash Fiction by Mandira Pattnaik Coupling Scalar fears propelled Ena up the flight of stairs. Her heightened senses, marked by spatial frigidity. Feet, cautious on the passage leading to the bedroom door upstairs, left slightly ajar. Dan, still asleep? All these years, twenty and more, he’d be up early,Continue reading “MANDIRA PATTNAIK: Never A Slip Between Cup And Lip”
PETER CHERCHES: The Most Unreliable Of Narrators
Flash Fiction by Peter Cherches Forgetful All of a sudden I realized I was out without a mask. Damn. I often forget to put one on, but I almost always catch myself before I leave the building, and I immediately go back upstairs to remedy the situation. But this time I was many blocks awayContinue reading “PETER CHERCHES: The Most Unreliable Of Narrators”
SHOME DASGUPTA: Days of Sunlit Marigolds
Flash Fiction by Shome Dasgupta Pretty Day For instance, sunken coffins so low—right? A pretty day indeed—when gone the stems cleared from paths to create for other longings, a whisper from those beaks high above with tilted crowns and curious banter—so gathered we were, buried under a sun so sad, the sky prayed for night toContinue reading “SHOME DASGUPTA: Days of Sunlit Marigolds”
MARY GRIMM: Whatever Comes Next
Flash Fiction by Mary Grimm Whatever Comes Next When Jinny was sitting at the park eating her sandwich, a man drove up in his car, parked, got out, and walked straight over to her. “Are you my friend?” he said. He looked angry or upset. His eyes were red, the whites, that is, but also theContinue reading “MARY GRIMM: Whatever Comes Next”
KATHRYN KULPA: Three Summer Stories
Flash Fiction by Kathryn Kulpa Bodies in Motion Back seat, family car, no air conditioning, blue fake leather. If that old Chevy Malibu still exists, retired in California where our mother said old cars went to die, does it hold some restless ghosts of our bodies still? That car taught us all the ways that bodiesContinue reading “KATHRYN KULPA: Three Summer Stories”
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