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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”

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”


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