Lola still asks daily what day it is. She asks when her sister Faye, not yet two, will be big. She asks when I will be all better…
Toxicology by Stacey Resnikoff
Tag: flash CNF
Keening by Marin Heinritz
Only movement soothes me still. Swimming laps at the city pool I am in my mother’s womb—in liquid, in liquid, in liquid, in motion.
My Dad’s Hats by Warren Rawson
Of course, he would have called them “caps,” but what he kept on the rack in the hallway were, to me, always “hats.”
Stalking My Ex-Boyfriend’s Girlfriend on Facebook by Amanda Miska
She is beautiful—like, princess-of-some-obscure-country beautiful or my-dad-is-a-B-list-celebrity-and-my-mom’s-a-performance-artist beautiful.
What I Learned Instead by Debbie Bradford
Houses, trees, telephone poles blur. I close my eyes, but they open. To see how I’m going to die.
Bereaved by Bernard Grant
… I step outside and meet a squirrel standing between my car’s back tire and the curb.
Traction by Krista Christensen
Today, like hundreds of yesterdays, he prepares for work, clipping closed his knife bag after donning standard culinary regalia.
An End Not of Hope But Horizon by Joe Kraus
My father, dying, held out two days to say goodbye to Tommy and Karolyn Burkett, returning as quickly as they could from England.
Another Version of Us by Suzanne Farrell Smith
It’s raining when we exit Saks on 49th and Fifth, so I pull umbrellas from my tote. The walk sign blinks, and I move quickly. He blocks my way.
How to Attend an Indian Funeral by Allison Williams
The color of mourning is white. Not knowing you were going to a funeral, your violet Punjabi dress will have to do.
