CONOR BARNES: All the digital humans are kind of buggy
Flash Fiction by Conor Barnes Uninstall And Reinstall When I download the simulation onto my laptop, I mess it up somehow. I don’t have the right drivers. I have to restart my computer. When it finally works, it’s kind of buggy. Mountains render before the ground under them. The menu for the weather looks nothing…
LINDA SALDAÑA: Free Brain Applesauce
Flash Fiction by Linda Saldaña Life Sentence She was waiting for her period, filling time with exclamations, punctuating with question marks her uncharted fears—dashing to make sure that no detail of her unfolding life sentence would be overlooked (or parenthetical)—inserting commas to catch a random breath, while secretly craving an ampersand to help shoulder the…
BATNADIV HAKARMI: When your mother calls to say she is cold
Flash Fiction by Batnadiv HaKarmi Shalom 1941 The fields are speeding by the window—so different from the narrow corridors connecting the walkup room she shared with her mother to the building-block’s toilet and stove. When she arrives, Shalom is bigger—baby-fat gone, head almost as high as her shoulder. He doesn’t ask about their mother, so…
JOHN RILEY: Friends on a lower level
Flash Fiction by John Riley Lawrence _ _ _ _ _ BA/MA/Ph.D RIP My friend Lawrence—no one called him Larry—died last week. He’d been sick for months. Cancer got him in the prime of his life. When Lawrence overheard a nurse say that about the prime of his life, he shook his head and said…
LORETTE C LUZAJIC: His hat was an intricate lattice of earth
Lorette C. Luzajic The Bird Man His hat was an intricate lattice of earth and sand-colored arrow cane palm leaves that kept the sun off his shoulders. He had rings in his nose and stripes lining his face. Inside the bird cage where his heart used to be, there was a chess board, diamond squares…
JWGOLL: Jimmie Cardinale is a narc and everyone knows it
Flash Fiction by JWGoll Narc Jimmie Cardinale is a narc and everyone knows it, so he is a terrible one. He’s got brothers and uncles in the department and he hangs out at Agostino’s, a cop tavern, so what does he expect? It’s not like he’s even trying very hard. But he has a cousin, Paola,…
SANDRA ARNOLD: A girl who got a horse as a surprise
Flash Fiction by Sandra Arnold Night and Day Night was her favorite time. Night was safe. Sheets over her head and a torch to read by. A library book about a girl who lived in a beautiful house with a garden. A girl who wore pretty dresses. A girl who got a horse as a…
KATIE CORTESE: Ghost Dad Fixes The Sink
Flash fiction by Katie Cortese Ghost Dad Fixes the Sink It was chilly when she woke. The A/C was up too high, but she’d been drunk and that was why. She punched the thermostat three degrees warmer and picked up a trail of clothes from the living room floor—just her stuff now. The guy…
HOWIE GOOD: Sigmund Freud dreams he is being pursued through gray frozen streets by Siberian wolves
Flash Fiction by Howie Good Smile Empty Soul Parents, on the recommendation of experts, are teaching their children how to shoot. Sometimes I want to cry out to God, I don’t belong here! Cops patrol in black and whites but ignore the worst of what’s going on. That’s why we need to consult those people who survived…
KELLI SHORT BORGES: The Door To Father’s Den
Flash Fiction by Kelli Short Borges Wingbeats and Rainbow Laces 1 The door to Father’s den is open today. I know I’m not supposed to be here, but Mama is downstairs in the kitchen, baking his favorite cake, and Father is working in the garage, tool box out, oily hands shoved deep inside the hood of…
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