Flash Fiction

Billy, Elvis, & Jesus

Flash Fiction by Christopher Woods Every morning, the same ritual. You dust both photographs. Turn Billy’s face up again for another day while the…

Eggs

Flash Fiction by Patricia Cosgrove At the end of the lane, beyond the scrags of gorse and fuchsia and the fields dipping to the…

The Paper City

Flash Fiction by Rebecca Harrison Our city was paper. It was warm. When the winds came, we heard the cathedrals tear. We saw the…

Whose Hand?

Flash Fiction by Preston Gralla He stood behind her, not daring to touch her shoulder. He took a breath. Reached out. Then stopped himself….