Stories tagged flash-fiction

Kitty Love

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Our next door neighbor is in love with his cat. His wife sits in our kitchen crying her eyes out.

The man who killed Molly Bloom - Act II

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She didn’t call herself Molly Bloom back then.

Convenience Store

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I’m casing the place; my boyfriend Jimmy is about to bust in and rob the store.

Speaking of Mexico

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Well, I can tell you this much. The balance of my illusions about the underlying nature of mankind grew into grave doubts the day my brother was shot dead by a revenge-seeking Lebanese investor during a business failure bankruptcy in Southern California

Shirts and Skins

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The boys finished their laps and returned to the center of the gym, Hamid shuffling up last, as usual. Amid the T-shirts and shorts, he wore faded blue slacks and a grubby, long sleeved dress shirt. He always dressed that way, even in gym class, as though

Fragments of a Mask

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Fragments (of a Mask) He removed the mask and flung it aside. When it hit the ground it shattered like a champagne flute. One of its fragments cut the attractive young girl gazing out at the muddy stream beneath the small red bridge; a thin line of…

The Sugar

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Thank God the Sixties Are Over With! Is All I'm Saying

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I am surprised that you’re not famous already. I remember sitting in your bedroom for hours just watching you while you wrote poetry. I was in awe of you, thinking you were going to be the next Dylan Thomas! Or Bob Dylan. Or Dylan Somebody! And I rememb

Genuine Moments

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This was a genuine moment, something light, but with an urgent power of its own which took you forward word by word and action by action, so that later you only remembered it like you might a film.

Long Island Roulette

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We sat quietly in my truck. My lit cigarette twitched between my lips. Samantha and I stared at the front door of Planned Parenthood in Worcester.

Class of '65

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“Stardust.” He said. She smiled and whispered, “Golden.”

dinner for one

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no one else comes in my back door but you

Driving Over Front Lawns With You

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I remember we were just out riding around and drinking this one night (Andy, me, Shel, probably you and another girl) when I purposely drove up on someone’s big expensive front lawn, then back down into the street, and just kept driving without saying a

Eff the Vote

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While my rival was irresistible, I found her tax plan disgusting and her morality views puritanical. I couldn’t resist, though, her fascist primness.

Cat crunch

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