Flash fiction by Zvi A. Sesling When Dreams Come True I went to bed exhausted from laboring all day refurbishing cables on the George Washington Bridge. It is harrowing being hundreds of feet above the Hudson River working on those cables with only a safety line. I fell asleep almost instantly and dreamedContinue reading “ZVI A SESLING: The Most Obnoxious Student”
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PETER CHERCHES: More than enough cooks
Flash fiction by Peter Cherches Help! The guy sitting down on the sidewalk, leaning against the side of a building, had a sign that said “HELP!” I pulled a single out of my wallet and tried to hand it to him. He slapped my hand away. “I don’t need your filthy lucre,” he barkedContinue reading “PETER CHERCHES: More than enough cooks”
BARBARA NOVACK: Definitely not a New York Moment
Barbara Novack Love at 70 The first thing I noticed about him was the graceful way he walked as he crossed the street to the sidewalk café on Second Avenue where I sat nursing my morning coffee and croissant. The sun angling up over the East River glinted on his close-cropped brown hair, bringingContinue reading “BARBARA NOVACK: Definitely not a New York Moment”
BARBARA WESTWOOD DIEHL Throwing Eggs, With Lila
Barbara Westwood Diehl Mischief Night He doesn’t think he should be the one carrying the carton of eggs. The whole Mischief Night thing was her idea. And they’re too old to be outside in the dark with kids slinging toilet paper over tree branches. Would the people in this neighborhood think her pregnant belly isContinue reading “BARBARA WESTWOOD DIEHL Throwing Eggs, With Lila”
LUKE ROLFES: Showbiz Pizza in the Late 1980s
Flash Fiction by Luke Rolfes Spectacular Regular The disturbed man crests on the blue, iron bridge. He’s unloading rounds at passing cars. Active, they call him, though he is standing still, not aiming. He squeezes the trigger, shakes his head, and then squeezes. Again and again. Leavenworth, Kansas on the near bank. A militaryContinue reading “LUKE ROLFES: Showbiz Pizza in the Late 1980s”
KATIE BURGESS: Duane’s Still Stuck In That Cave
Flash fiction by Katie Burgess The Single Our dorm was old and full of weird stuff, like the stairs to nowhere. Some people say an international student got sick and died alone over Christmas break in the 50’s, and by the time they found her the janitors couldn’t get the smell out, so theyContinue reading “KATIE BURGESS: Duane’s Still Stuck In That Cave”
LORETTE C LUZAJIC: Maybe This Is Where You Went
Flash Fiction by Lorette C. Luzajic The Shepherdess after Seraphine Louis, artist, France, 1864-1942 She painted what the angels she was named for told her to. Cosmic lightshows, dazzling bejewelled foliage, wide eyes: what she saw when she closed hers. Paradise followed her, glittering with shards of light like stained glass. Perhaps the glowingContinue reading “LORETTE C LUZAJIC: Maybe This Is Where You Went”
KEITH HOERNER: Making it back to shore
Flash Fiction by Keith Hoerner Making It Back to Shore with No Sign of Your Footsteps in the Sand—or Sight of You on the Horizon. I.I stand in water. It sloshes ’round my scuffed black leather wingtips, laps up the ankles of my rumpled dress slacks, turns khaki to the color of murky brown. Onlookers furrow theirContinue reading “KEITH HOERNER: Making it back to shore”
DIANE D GILLETTE: Growing Up Fast
Flash fiction by Diane D. Gillette Bleeding Heart Ruby’s dad bought her mom a bleeding heart bush for Mother’s Day that year. He created a special flower bed for it in the front yard, just under the bathroom window. He said he got it for her because he loved her so much. The bloomsContinue reading “DIANE D GILLETTE: Growing Up Fast”
DANIEL ADLER: In the ocean too far from shore
Flash Fiction by Daniel Adler The Shark Circle the table for the seven. Point with my cue to the corner. Lean, slide, knock it in. The lamp swings gently over the table as I circle again—key to surveying and keeping your opponent unbalanced, circling. Four ball—much harder here, side pocket. Square the hips.Continue reading “DANIEL ADLER: In the ocean too far from shore”