River Bottom – flash fiction by Misty Urban
She sat on the deep wooden porch in the chair her grandfather had made, and she rocked. The evening clouds, dark in their underbellies, clumped… Read More »River Bottom – flash fiction by Misty Urban
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Bloodwork at 341
Flash Fiction by Ric Hoeben
Here, it reeked something sulphurous of an election day, and none of the big political names meant anything of significance to me. All I craved… Read More »Bloodwork at 341
Flash Fiction by Ric Hoeben
Delilah’s Skull – Flash Fiction by Nan Wigington
When my dad died, I wanted to sell everything, but my brothers said no, take something, so I took Delilah’s Skull. My dad kept cabinets.… Read More »Delilah’s Skull – Flash Fiction by Nan Wigington
Gathering up the Bones of the Deceased
Flash Fiction by Hilary Wilson Still hot from the flames, my father’s bones lie on a silver metal table. The bones are made brittle by… Read More »Gathering up the Bones of the Deceased
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 coffee… Read More »Billy, Elvis, & Jesus
Forgotten Flyers – Flash Fiction by Bobby Sauro
The Chief Inspector prints a flyer each time another woman is murdered. The woman is referred to by name; the unknown assailants are referred to… Read More »Forgotten Flyers – Flash Fiction by Bobby Sauro
Buried – Flash Fiction by Nathan Alling Long
You dropped it in the ocean so as hide it. But no, that’s not quite the right word—for hiding implies from someone, and no one was… Read More »Buried – Flash Fiction by Nathan Alling Long
Flight – Flash Fiction by Gypsy Martin
The first time it happened, it had been a shock. Ray’s head rested heavy on the small oval window of the airplane. His eyes had… Read More »Flight – Flash Fiction by Gypsy Martin
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 sea,… Read More »Eggs
The Mourning of the Russian
Flash Fiction by Agustín Cadena, translated by Patricia Dubrava He wasn’t Russian, of course, but that’s what they called him because he had nearly white blond… Read More »The Mourning of the Russian