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Cousins

August 17, 2015 Leave a Comment

Cousins
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Lisa couldn’t see through the taxi’s smudged windowpane. Smog, that wretched gray dome, overwhelmed the sky, smothering thoughts and concerns. Instead, she turned to Jeff, the cousin she just met.

“Weather sucks,” Jeff said.

She laughed nervously, too polite to agree.

The taxi pounded through ragged streets toward Jeff’s rental apartment.

Only 18, Lisa thought, and kicked out by parents refusing to support a high school dropout. How could he survive? Hiding maternal worry, Lisa pushed the question beneath the car mat, where it rotted and bloated in silence.

The taxi stopped.

“See ya,” Jeff said.

Her smile ached. “See ya.”

By Kitty

Flash Fiction Sunday Edition – Issue 18

August 16, 2015 Leave a Comment

Flash Fiction Sunday Edition - Issue 18
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Welcome to our ongoing Flash Fiction Sunday Edition.

If you are new here, we do this every Sunday.

We also publish 101 word Flash Fiction every day. We even deliver:

Subscribe to Flash Fiction Daily

— Shannon

Flash Fiction chosen by Jennifer Genest

“Lissa” by Michael Bourne via Tin House

Within the tender light of new lovers waking, “Lissa” encapsulates years of longing, pain, recovery, scars—and hope.

“Gambling One Ridge Away” by Lori White via Camroc Press Review

This compact and sensual piece captures a a glimpse of the spiritual world through the voice of Ojibwe firefighters, and of what it might mean to be human with each other and with our earth.

“Printmaking” by Thea Prieto via The Good Men Project

While trying to recount a memory of a father’s death, poetic prose skates daintily around it. What the character is left with—fear, grief, longing—is shown by a sensual, visceral account of what was.

“Baby Envy” by Rob Jacklosky via Esquire

In just 78 words, this story manages plot, brings emotion and suspense, and delivers a chilled jolt with a seemingly innocent flip of the pronoun switch.

Boomerangst

August 14, 2015 7 Comments

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She was young, cute, fun—a great dance teacher. He was a handsome, smooth-talking Irishman. They wanted each other. Why not? WWII was over.

No dreams of picket fences, post-war cottages, or forming a family. They just wanted to “do it.” The pill wasn’t available yet.

They coupled, then wed: City Hall…only her heartbroken parents attended.

Six months later he was restless. She taught ballroom until her belly was too big. He drove off in an 18-wheeler seeking adventure. She moved in with her folks.

Then I arrived. Grandparents kept me. She moved on.

Then a consequence, now a Boomer.

By Tisa Garrison

Soul Mate

August 14, 2015 Leave a Comment

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She is luscious.

She has pale blue eyes, crimson lips, and silky black hair cascading down her satiny shoulders.

She is hot.

I feel a sensual stirring, a yearning deep within my being. I’m thinking soul mate.

She winks, blows a kiss, and bares her fangs.

She’s a vampire…and she’s hovering six inches above the floor, staring at my jugular.

That’s a real deal breaker.

Retreating, I check my phone. Date: August 3. Time: 8:45 p.m. with clear skies.

Her mouth opens, fangs glisten.

I rip down the curtains, sunlight floods in.

Sorry, beautiful…we’re still on Daylight Savings Time.

By Gary Davison

Bite Size

August 14, 2015 1 Comment

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“May the 15th.”

Two weeks away. “Suppose it’ll have to do.”

“2:30 Thursday 15th, then.”

“OK. Thanks.”

Holly was in two minds when she put the phone down. A part of her was glad that she had another fortnight before things changed forever, while another part wanted it over and done with.

Looking over at Paul, she wondered how to tell him. Paul, with his obsession about health and fitness. They had only been together two years. Would he still love her? Or would he be repulsed?

“Paul. I have severe periodontitis. I’m having some teeth out and dentures put in.”

By Emma McManus

Book Giveaway – Mona Lisa Overdrive by William Gibson

August 13, 2015 Leave a Comment

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What’s up, cupcakes? It’s time for another book giveaway!

If you are new here, we give away a book every week.  Sometimes they are real books. This week it is a Kindle book.

[Read more…] about Book Giveaway – Mona Lisa Overdrive by William Gibson

Highs and Lows

August 13, 2015 2 Comments

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The wind whipped her hair about her face. In the distance, the city lights were mesmerizing. Behind each light was a dream vulnerable to destruction. She knew what that was like.

She straddled the bridge railing, holding on tightly so as not to fall. She laughed aloud. Don’t you fall before you have the chance to jump!

She wished she had taken the time to call her mother for one last mother/daughter conversation. A single tear cruised her cheek.

Leaning back into the night air as far as her arms would allow, her body extended over the water, she let go.

By Parker

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