Stories tagged flash-fiction

Waiting, Softly Crooning

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She sat adjacent to the bottle of Rioja, half-consumed, and as the week passed the dust settled on her like the faintest covering of snow.

Twelve Hour Shift

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At four, the all-night donut fryer lit a cigarette and pondered the murky depths of his steaming vats of grease.

Old-fashioned Radio Dial

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Red-bricked houses and four boys running rampant, singing, “armored cars and tanks and guns.”

Round Women

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The women were large as human snails and round as moons. They rolled in and asked my husband for some money. He did not know them but I had a feeling he would be nice to them, they were women, and they had breasts. Between the two round women, and myself, there were…

Safe

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She left knives and hot pots with handles akimbo. Like a guardian angel, he turned them in. Like an ungrateful Eve, she turned them back out.

Syrupy

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The light outside has a syrupy look.

RAINMAKER!

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I tell you story!

A Dish best Served Unnoticed

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There was a moment when I expected you to murder me in my sleep.

If I Were a Chemist, Not Now, but Maybe In The 1920s

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She said, “I think I’m pregnant,” but I thought that the sidewalk looked cleaner than usual,

The Oral Tradition

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Bone

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In my pocket, my fingers rubbed lint and thread together, a complete absence of coin.

Crossing Open Water

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She didn’t like the way the car company fellow spun the gravel in her driveway as he exited the gates.

The Bitter Light of the Single Bulb

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Running the gauntlet to the toilet in the dark meant finding a way past the loose boards and the possibility of being caught and dragged under like a drowning victim. No lifeguard stood sentinel on the landing, only the bitter light of the single bulb—40w

A Conspiracy of Address Book Salesmen

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It's the fourteenth century, and a man is leafing through his address book.

A Thin Line of Brown...

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O’Riain was an old-school teacher, trained by savages, who drummed learning into the skulls of Ireland’s youth.