If I want bread in this household, I have to go to my wife’s bed. I don’t mean to imply an economy of sex for grains, because that’s not the case.
Hunger and Sleep by Matt Jones
Category: Flash
Rat Trailer by Amy Elisabeth Smith
When I used a dustpan to swish all the mice and rats to one side of the box, I thought about all the different ways to be a mom.
Ode to a Sugar Cloud by Maria Ivkovic Manuccia
The dish is simple: raw egg yolks and equal parts sugar beat vigorously by hand or with an electric mixer, until the mixture is light and frothy.
Losing Weight by Melanie Brooks
At the end of each visit, I leave something behind. A scrap of memory. A knot of sadness. A shard of fear.
Words with the Hospital Chaplain by Asha Dore
I keep thinking about this word: bifurcates. It means to split, like the heart splits into different valves or the bronchi split into separate lungs.
Too Long Tea by Richard LeBlond
She waved her arm along a cabinet adjacent to the counter, filled with maybe 15 clear glass containers of loose tea, most with names I had never heard of.
Little Bitch Rising by Charlotte Gullick
It’d been almost two years since I’d moved to Colorado, two years since my father had laid eyes on me.
Eye Contact by James Knisely
You see these people everywhere, anywhere you may have to stop or slow down: the freeway entrance, the freeway exit, the on-ramp here, the off-ramp there. Everywhere.
Death and a Missed Morning Coffee by Laura Johnson Dahlke
When a young woman dies in an automobile accident, someone knows what to do.
Dear Granny by Elizabeth Syson
Remember when I was nine, when I wrote that atrocious four-page story, and you read it and told me it was beautiful?
