All tagged Flash Fiction

Everyone’s heads turned as Opal Shane made her way down the auditorium’s aisle.
Today, she was dressed in high-waisted denim shorts, a red-and-black plaid shirt, stacks and stacks of long silver necklaces, and a sheer white cardigan. White chucks and black shades topped it off. 
It didn’t make sense, yet it looked good.

FLASH FICTIONThe AliensLynn Mundell

What happens when we only see the stereotype.  In "The Aliens," a flash fiction piece by Lynn Mundell, maybe aliens are among us bathed in stereotypes.

The army sergeant was disgusted by the breastfeeding mother at Target, who thought that all people in camo were scary, as were the two nearby Goths with the black makeup, who were freaked out by the staring missionaries, who were most shocked by the tattooed cashier...

FLASH FICTIONThings to do While Waiting For SnowCari Scribner

Grieving and life mingle in this flash fiction piece by Cari Scribner, "Things to do While Waiting For Snow."

Your son asks for an egg sandwich. You can’t remember how he likes his eggs, so you cook them over easy. The seeping yolks distress you. You cook the eggs some more. Half the English muffin gets stuck in the toaster. When you poke it with a fork, it rips to shreds. You eat one of the broken pieces, burning your lip. You utter choice words. 

FLASH FICTIONSave DaveDennis Milam Bensie

Dennis Milan Bensie offers a baptism of a different sort in his flash fiction piece, "Save Dave". 

You tell your mom you don’t want to sit in the dunking booth.

       “You have to,” she says. “You’re the biggest draw of all the fallen kids.”

       Your dad instructed you to paint a sign: DUNK THE PUNK.

       Dunk you, Dad. 

SHORT STORYHell is a Place Full of Window ShoppersOlin Wish

Ever wondered what happens in Hell? Olin Wish explore's an eternity of window shopping in his flash fiction piece, "Hell is a Place Full of Window Shoppers" 

The wife had been waiting with the stroller at the store entrance.  She and the baby had died first.  The kids followed shortly thereafter.  Clean lines, harsh light, and eternity passed at a snail’s crawl in a warehouse for the damned without a dollar to spend or a house to fill with ugly furniture.  Revolving, single file, through a mystical small intestine.  If only they had decided to fly to Disney world instead of drive, he had thought on more than one occasion in those early days. 

SHORT STORYA Sure ThingLou Gaglia

Lou Gaglia takes us to a baseball game in his short story "A Sure Thing". After a little girl gets hit by a stray ball, a father considers which risks in life are worth taking.

 "Sometimes it doesn't matter if you're smart or careful," she said. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I thought about the old man and his deer whistle.

FLASH FICTIONSuckerZac Locke

Because she carelessly wiped her sucker against the bush, the bees came. First, one. Nuzzling into the prickly green bramble-sticks. Attracted by the faint aspartame stickiness perfuming the taught needles’ shiny varnish. Enpapping his little furry beak in his prescribed yet always desperate search for melilotusessence.