Grandpa died on Monday. I loved him. At his funeral, I should have cried but I felt like laughing.… more
Category Archives: FLASH NONFICTION
gendervoid
FLASH NONFICTION by nat raumthere is no one way to woman, but my way wasn’t one of them.… more
The Space Between Us
FLASH NONFICTION by Tess KellyI see myself through his eyes. A woman fleeing. Away from him. This is not who I want to be. This is who I’ll always be. I’ve read enough stories, heard enough stories. … more
big-drama show in Barcelona
FLASH NONFICTION by Adam BerlinThey get ICE CREAM, more sugar-shit. He says SHIT, he says DAMN IT (slurred m-sound) and OH MAN, but I don’t call him little man, just baby, just boy, just champ sometimes.… more
Two Micros
FLASH NONFICTION by Sandra Carlson KhalilI had read that though their bodies were emptied of organs, and filled with sawdust, that the hearts of pharaohs were left untouched. That before they were sealed inside their tombs, their mouths were slit through layers of linen—opened—because they believed in breath in the afterlife. What did I believe in?… more
Two Micros
FLASH NONFICTION by Cynthia BernardWhen my therapist said you were a terrible father, you flared up, almost cascaded out of my mouth.… more
How much longer is this going to take
FLASH NONFICTION by Ed SageI did not know what rape meant and she did not tell me. But she did want to know where I had heard the word.… more
How to Survive Water
FLASH NONFICTION by Kathi CrawfordDive deeper into the pool. Feel the spidery awakening. This is how you learn the rapid, shallow breathing of survival. A choice is a fork in the road you cannot return to.… more
Hands
FLASH NONFICTION by Caleb CoyHis hand is quintessentially, unashamedly male. Large and barren of moisture. Fingernails so short they betray a disfigurement, the fingertips shoving them out of the way. No, he merely clips them short. With his teeth.… more
Two Cells? Two Cells.
FLASH NONFICTION by Sudha SubramanianHe doesn’t meet your gaze but traces the lines of a T Rex with his little finger. Your fingers itch to hold him, smother him with kisses, but nobody taught you how to talk to children about illness or changes in your physical appearance or the struggle.… more
