Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

The house

The house By Hannah Phinney They took the house away from us. I was an inkling there. I dragged my doo on the floor there. I sprouted opinions there, grew awkward and greasy-faced there, went back there after mutating into … Continue reading

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The consumer

The consumer By Hannah Phinney The monitor glowed. Camille gazed at the long rows of bright objects against white background, and her fingers on the mouse went click, click, click. Shopping had forever been her favorite pastime. Since she was … Continue reading

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The Wives Are Turning into Animals

The Wives Are Turning into Animals by Amber Sparks The husbands are almost sure of it. They have strong memories of an earlier time, of the wives with soft smooth faces and ten fingers and toes. But lately, things have … Continue reading

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Exercises in style (3)

Exercises in style (3) By Hannah Phinney He is standing frontwise to the velux in a room whose walls are vibratingly flower-explosioned and whose ceiling slants are such that they can only be capping the space at the very top … Continue reading

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Sex In Siberia

Sex In Siberia by Meg Pokrass My imaginary man lives in Siberia. We touch down on each other like  helicopters. I smile, move my mouth around him—offer a warming hut, a place to explode.  When he bursts, storm clouds open. … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction Series: Sarah Sarai

Vows by Sarah Sarai It is no secret that there is a lot of jabber in the world coming from everywhere including the streets and the houses with their people and telephones and radios and TVs, all of them blasting … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction Series: David Bowen

One More Banana by David Bowen   Cheetah’s sister, Marie, chose a banana from the kitchen table, where Tarzan had thrown the day’s take. He fell into his easy chair with a growl and a wave of his hand. Marie … Continue reading

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