The son stood across the small creek, 40 yards from the father. The father, 28 or 30, held a football, preparing to punt. I’ll say now the boy seemed tense.
We’re Nowhere Near the End by Paul Crenshaw
Category: Flash
God Waits in the Thunder by Lee Huttner
He waits in the summer-thunder, in the tremble and quake, the ecstatic eruption of rain, in the wetting and staining of dirt and roads.
Sounds by Rita Ciresi
Niantic, Willimantic. Pattagansett, Hammonasset. Naugatuck, Saugatuck, Aspetuck. Shetucket…. I am seven years old. Our second grade teacher makes us memorize the Connecticut rivers.
On Top of His Double Bed in Fes, Morocco by Kendell Newman Sadiik
It is so humid-hot that we’ve made a game of not touching each other…
Body Economy by Audrey Granger Perry
The dressing room is full of smoke, half-naked girls, and overly sweet smells of cotton-candy confections and temptation.
Eastern Parkway by Ed Doerr
For a while after it happened, I would snap awake at night, clawing my stomach to staunch the blood I had dreamed was spurting out of me.
Forever Blonde by Brenna Womer
We were together for a summer, the first one he’d ever spent away from his two little girls who were downstate with their mother…
Anticipation by Geoff Watkinson
A young woman sits up in bed. She’s 25-years-old, 5’1”, tan, sericeous blonde hair—brown at the roots. You’re 25-years-old, too, both naked.
Smoking or Non by Eben S. Schwartz
… I am stranded in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. The system of highways and buses that brought me here has shut down after a storm draped everything in an inch of snow.
You Look Like Your Daddy by Anjali Enjeti
The metal bars on the merry-go-round heat like curling irons. I sit criss-crossed at its center, the pupil of an eye.
