I want to make an extravagant birthday cake that I won’t eat.
The Cake by Michaela Evanow
Category: Flash
Thrift Store Stories by Leighton Schreyer
These are the sweatpants I wore; when I tried to end my life…
Another Day in Sales by Vincent Antonio Rendoni
My father comes in late from work, real late, humming the bars of Black Magic Woman…
Blind Spots I Have (Not) Known by Judith Katzman
The drinking fountain on the left is a humming machine. The one on the right looks like a bathroom sink…
Kamikazes (for Tina) by Nicolas Poynter
… mostly I don’t know where I’m going in my dreams. I’m just moving, walking or hurtling through the nothingness of space.
on certainty by Shannon Ratliff
“After the river rose, a kid ran screaming into town…”
On a New Life by Michael Levan
…It’s not his fault or hers, not the three-year-old boy’s…
Promise by Carol D. Marsh
I must have heard her screams, though I don’t remember. I’m flinging open the hallway door, racing to her mother’s room.
Tutored by Rick Brown
When we veer from the lighted street to cut through an alleyway, I just know something is about to happen, like sixth sense…
Why is a Door a Plate? by Aiysha Jahan
When would a door ever be a plate? It is when I look across the road and say: Hey, they’ve dumped two plates outside.
