HANNE LARSSON: She Knows When He Nears
Flash Fiction by Hanne Larsson One for Sorrow, Two for Joy They moved in in the late spring. With the snow melted, the ground thawed, and the birds’ cacophony cascading down from the trees, they could finally bury Pa who’d been cohabiting with Mrs. Jones in the icehouse. The priest was sparse but fair; Pa’sContinue reading “HANNE LARSSON: She Knows When He Nears”
FAYE BRINSMEAD: Forty Teaspoons of Salt
Flash Fiction by Faye Brinsmead Crushed The professor I have a crush on invites me in. His office has grown narrower. There’s a mattress on the floor between ceiling-high bookshelves. Let’s get cozy. He plomps down beside me, pulls a heavy doona over our bodies. It’s sprinkled with wilting daisies, cornflowers, anemones. I imagined being this close.Continue reading “FAYE BRINSMEAD: Forty Teaspoons of Salt”
FRANKIE McMILLAN: Eddy Sparkle’s Bridal Taxi
Flash Fiction by Frankie McMillan Eddy Sparkle’s Bridal Taxi I went through twelve little brides that first year. A doll has to look fresh riding on the bonnet of the taxi, white satin streamers coming off her shoulders, her sweet face braced to the wind. They took a buffeting out there in all weathers andContinue reading “FRANKIE McMILLAN: Eddy Sparkle’s Bridal Taxi”
ALI ZARBALI: A Brief Account of Three Deaths and Two Resurrections
Flash Fiction by Ali Zarbali A Brief Account of Three Deaths and Two Resurrections My first death wasn’t that horrible. It was a gloomy Sunday afternoon. The sun was already high in the sky when I scrambled out of bed, took a shower, stuffed in some leftovers from the night before throwing myself into myContinue reading “ALI ZARBALI: A Brief Account of Three Deaths and Two Resurrections”
AMY MARQUES: an incomplete list of all the books I’ll never write
Flash Fiction by Amy Marques Hindsight 10 Birthday cakes 9 Christmas mornings 8 Summer vacations (nobody went anywhere that one year) 7 Favorite rocks on your nightstand: lined by size, only the smallest sporting googly eyes 6 School portraits 5 Sleepovers (if you count the time you napped while Pete’s mom made you both popcorn)Continue reading “AMY MARQUES: an incomplete list of all the books I’ll never write”
DEANNA BENJAMIN: My memories of the woman who is not me
Flash fiction by Deanna Benjamin These are My Memories of the Woman Who is Not Me When I was three years old, she wore braces. After that, she used the tiny rubber bands to tie off her braid, one long snake of strands, a slender triune of dark hair to pass through my fingers. When I wasContinue reading “DEANNA BENJAMIN: My memories of the woman who is not me”
LAUREL BENJAMIN: Barnacles of the Divine
Flash Fiction by Laurel Benjamin Instruction Book for Working at A&W At 6 a.m. I leave to catch the N-Judah. We call it “The Worm” because its belly snakes along the tracks as if it needs no nourishment, taking a full hour to arrive at Union Square. I serve the masses at A&W, including aContinue reading “LAUREL BENJAMIN: Barnacles of the Divine”
ASHLEY MCCURRY: Welcome To Exit Twelve
Flash fiction by Ashley McCurry WELCOME TO EXIT TWELVE I remembered to bring flowers this time. Our car creeps through the café drive-thru, and we’ll probably be told they’re out of oat milk, again. We always stop for a coffee run on the way back to my hometown. “Can’t they just walk over to thatContinue reading “ASHLEY MCCURRY: Welcome To Exit Twelve”
MARY ROHRER-DANN: She’s choosing the door and she’ll be doing the kicking
Flash Fiction by Mary Rohrer-Dann A Foot in the Door Typing has nothing to do writing, and farming has nothing to do with what Cassie wants to write about, but the employment agency woman tells her that the job at Farm Wife Journal will give her a “a foot in the door,” and Cassie envisions a hugeContinue reading “MARY ROHRER-DANN: She’s choosing the door and she’ll be doing the kicking”
SARA FETHEROLF: This is the season girls go missing
Flash Fiction by Sara Fetherolf Via Combusta This is the season girls go missing, sleeping in beds not their own. One bolts awake, speaking a dead language. One is drinking bad wine from the bottle in a floodwater parking lot. She raises her collar like wolf hackles against the cold. The band paid one toContinue reading “SARA FETHEROLF: This is the season girls go missing”
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