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Category Archives: FLASH FICTION

FLASH FICTION (LESS THAN 1000 WORDS)

The Teacup Stirred

The Teacup Stirred

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I field call after call. My bungee cord of nonsense words stretches out across the metropolis, unknotting electrical cords, picking locked bathroom doors, yanking Londoners off railings and Tube tracks. All the while, I coo over the rescued bird.more

The Tester

The Tester

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“You’re too pretty for pink eye.”more

His & Hers

His & Hers

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His is an enlarged heart untrammelled by human concerns. Hers is a rose that fervently wishes it held less bloodied thorns.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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The bartender nods at the horse and waves him over to his reserved spot, corner booth. Men are milling about, but the horse only has eyes for the boy on stage on stage rasping song after smoky song into the air above their heads. more

Hard at Work

Hard at Work

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He enjoyed scrubbing the urinals, the stretch in his wrist tendons, and the soreness that built up in his fingertips. It gave him time to absorb all the rumors he overheard from the lapping tongues that surrounded him. He imagined them running up his arms and legs, down the neck of his shirt as he plopped in a new urinal cake.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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Braxton & Hicks never played Vaudeville for laughs.  There was no curtain to this bloody show.  We, the husbands, sat in the boardroom and waited for mothers to pee.more

Concentric

Concentric

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There’s a circle of light in the middle of an otherwise completely dark room. Well, it’s not exactly in the middle, but close enough that it would take a laser’s precise measurement to show that it’s not exactly centered in the room. So let’s just say it’s in the middle and move on.more

I Smoke, I Blow, I Smoke

I Smoke, I Blow, I Smoke

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A child will emerge from an alley as dark as a cocoon, where the air will carry a baby mobile’s tune. She’ll toddle over in a baptismal dress stitched with lace, with a satin bow wrapped around her waist. She’ll tap her toes in leather Mary Janes and say, Mommy! Her voice will ripple like the cries that rise every night on repeat.more

Animals Struck by Catastrophe

Animals Struck by Catastrophe

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I walked over to South Williams Street. It was where all the cool kids were drinking. And I was a pretty cool kid. It was raining, which was new for Dublin.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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Their Boy Scout manual didn’t cover what to do when you found a fetus along the Kishwaukee River bank.more