“I dreamed rain,” she said, sitting up in the bed. | “It’s raining outside. Chucking it down. Must have got into your dream.”
Runner by Clive Collins
Category: Flash
Fabric by Andrea Fox
My father came home every night with a pack of Pall Malls in his shirt pocket, beer on his breath and several rubber bands around his wrist.
Twenty Questions by Jim Brega
What if you hadn’t died. What if it hadn’t been two weeks before I found out.
Partitions by Morgan Christie
We heard her scream first. Spanking the cleft concrete before ricocheting off rusted gutters and tin lampposts…
Is This a Date? by Huda Al-Marashi
Dr. Farber bounced a black, leather whip in her palm when she said the ladies in our classroom would find Taoist sexual philosophy especially interesting.
No Sign of Daddy by Darrelyn Saloom
Mama said the reason she tossed Daddy to the curb was because he’d been living in a Georgia prison for getting lassoed into a counterfeiting scheme.
Hands by Betty Jo Buro
I draw morphine from a tiny glass bottle into a needleless syringe so it can be expelled quickly under her tongue.
American Dream, 2013 by Sydney Lea
The literary symposium is over for the day. Wanting a bit of time to myself, I have come to this pleasant restaurant overlooking Lake Bled, that jewel of Slovenia.
Lady Business by Megan Romo
“I missed you last week,” I said, staring at a water spot on the speckled ceiling.
Zwischenzug by Paul Rotter
Some nights after a long day, I skip dinner and escape to the screened patio with a glass of whiskey in hand.
