Around 1:26 a.m., the car—along with my medium Carnivore’s Delite—evaporated. Along that stretch, at this time of night, something marginally catastrophic may have happened, and I don’t want to get into a whole big thing here, but this should, ideally, be concerning.… more
Tag Archives: flash fiction
My Husband Talks to his Dead Wife in the Shower
FLASH FICTION by Kathryn KulpaHe’s naked and she’s dead and he has more to say to her in that shower than he ever does to me.… more
Heel Turn
FLASH FICTION by Chelsea StickleYou’re either supposed to be a star or a star-fucker. Your mother will settle for a star-fucker.… more
An Assassin, a Cop, and a Law: A True Crime Triptych
FLASH FICTION by Benjamin NiespodzianyThe cop placed the dead body in the holding cell and read the dead body its rights. When the commissioner arrived at noon, hungover and short-tempered, an under the weather veteran, he saw the dead body and nodded.… more
Starter Husband
FLASH FICTION by Angela JamesWe were in our penultimate days then—that stage where we were still in marital counselling with the social worker with the hooker boots and every one of my failings was a metaphor for something sinister.… more
My Dads’ Cars
FLASH FICTION by Travis FlattWhen I roll in to drive, Dad Bluetooth’s AC/DC or Metallica—some 90s stuff— on the soundsystem, crazy loud. We have to shout over it while he tells me how to switch gears; I pretend like I don’t know how while he pretends not to notice me pretending. … more
Shades
FLASH FICTION by Mark AbdonIn the twilight years, familiar lights grow dim. But are there others that might also flicker on?… more
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Alex CarriganOn the television mounted on the wall, Sally Fields is crying at her daughter’s funeral. Next to me, a twink orders a drink called Unicorn Tears.… more
Jake Paul Beats Mike Tyson
FLASH FICTION by Timothy C GoodwinThis is what it felt like to be the first person whose sword is cracked in two by a metal slug, announcing the first hail of gunfire that demeans your fellow conquerors into an Oh-those-poor-bastards of a footnote.… more
Saguaro
FLASH FICTION by Meg PokrassHe points the camera at her bulbous green nubs, tastes salt on his cheeks for the first time in days, and touches her long, wispy white hair that reminds him of Myna’s. “Hey, I’ve started singing in the shower again,” he tells her, as if, like his late wife, she’ll be proud.… more
