Charles Rammelkamp: Laughter In The Dark, and other stories
Flash fiction by Charles Rammelkamp Consolation Prize “If it’s a story you want about a marriage, I can’t really come up with anything,” I told Christa. “I guess I qualify for the medal or the certificate, the gold watch they give you at the retirement party, working on forty years with Lisle now. But no heartbreaks.”Continue reading “Charles Rammelkamp: Laughter In The Dark, and other stories”
AUSTIN ALEXIS: Nobody You Know Is Buried In My Soil
Flash Fiction by Austin Alexis Chore She cleaned her apartment for the lover she would have in the future. Oh, the windows were streaked, but she had a feeling he would forgive that. Not so, the dusty windowsills. Windows were difficult but no excuse existed forContinue reading “AUSTIN ALEXIS: Nobody You Know Is Buried In My Soil”
MEG TUITE: In Her Mouth Like A Man Let This Cage Collapse
Flash Fiction by Meg Tuite Loose on the Bones In her mouth like a man let this cage collapse. Shave, modulate at midnight. Again and again these predators strike. Bludgeon the soot of young girls. As they age and blur, uteruses become dumpster trash. Held together by something torn apart, animalesque. Squawks rasp from toothless trends.Continue reading “MEG TUITE: In Her Mouth Like A Man Let This Cage Collapse”
SANDRA ARNOLD: Pīwakawaka, and other tales of Bird Watching In New Zealand
Flash fiction by Sandra Arnold The messenger A fantail has been knocking at the windows all week. I tell myself it’s looking for insects, not trying to find a way intoContinue reading “SANDRA ARNOLD: Pīwakawaka, and other tales of Bird Watching In New Zealand”
NILES REDDICK: A Gandy Dancer Named Spoon Saved My Life But I Lost My Middle Finger
Flash Fiction by Niles Reddick Gandy Dancer for Gene A Gandy dancer named Spoon saved my life, but I lost my middle right finger. My daddy got me the job on the railroad in 1943, even though he lied about me being sixteen that summer, and I’d hoped to save some money for college. ThatContinue reading “NILES REDDICK: A Gandy Dancer Named Spoon Saved My Life But I Lost My Middle Finger”
AUDRA KERR BROWN: The Dead Brother Will Strike A Match
Flash Fiction by Audra Kerr Brown How Dead Brothers Say Goodbye One week after the funeral, the dead brother will appear outside your kitchen window. You will shriek at the sight of him leaning against the sycamore tree (or light pole, or fence post), and whatever is in your hand (most likely a wineglass) willContinue reading “AUDRA KERR BROWN: The Dead Brother Will Strike A Match”
PAUL BECKMAN: Oooh trouble… Oooh trouble…
Flash fiction by Paul Beckman Beautiful Wife In the parking lot of the racquetball club, the man I had just met in the tournament said, “My wife is very beautiful—you’ll meet her—you’ll see.” He spoke as a man who could not believe his own good fortune. “She is very tall—as tall as I am, andContinue reading “PAUL BECKMAN: Oooh trouble… Oooh trouble…”
