Stories tagged flash-fiction

Pleiku Jacket

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Our flag-draped coffins float to the surface of an uncharted sea and we appear together—patriots both—on the cover of Life Magazine.

Osmo's Bells

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Worldwide, sturdy bells quickly superseded decomposable, and edible, cheese balls as jesters' preferred cap ornaments.

Love, Story

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I don’t read fiction he said dismissively and it was such a profoundly ridiculous denial of something so essential like saying I don't breathe air or I don’t make love or I don’t like music for fuck’s sake that all I could think to say in response

Anniversary Dinner at Denny's

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A mile down the road, they found Denny’s. It was only four in the afternoon so there was no wait and the couple sat right away.

Head Between Knees and Back

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...we congregate, a flock of mothers waiting for our babies to nestle beneath our chins...

More Love

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No, he said, more.

Leak

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I stood at a distance and watched as he pissed in my creek. Yes. My creek.

Memories of Green

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The first to go were the tangerine trees. That broke papa's heart; citrus fruits, he had always told us, were the kings of all fruits.

Looney Tunes

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I put my arms around her and whisper to her while she plays the piano. She wiggles and tells me to stop it.

The Museum

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Flicking through the sheets on her clipboard, Evelyn double checked the address with the mismatched numbers on the letterbox. Its mouth was a rusty, gaping grin like it had lost its dentures.

Being Picasso

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I am Picasso. I will not discuss women. They love me. They hate me. They will always talk about Picasso. How could they not?

Cloak & Dagger

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Mary had a habit of making origami dildos when her husband wasn't looking.

Memento mori, mon amour

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If I were not a man; if I’d been born a woman instead ...... I would not own a ficus lyrata.

Noises

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Another noise, softer than the first: swish, thud. You are still. The house is very loud tonight.

Just Like Magic - by Arlene Ang and Meg Pokrass

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He was happiness incarnate—with large magic breasts, that was true.