flash fiction

There is a man in a charcoal wool suit who parks his black Mini in a tall concrete car park in the middle of a sheep farm in Devon, England. He walks out into a...

Some bitch jabs me in the ribs with an elbow. I squeal like a pig. Then without breaking pace. Running across the orange tiled platform. Towards the idling trai...

I was watching the Zapruder film in my parents’ basement in Houghton when the screen of my laptop froze black. A snapshot of my face was taken, then displayed w...

I   I’m in the basement of the Sharon house. I feel mostly like my present self but the house is as it was when I was a teenager. Same gray carpet, s...

Nick smokes a joint in the sauna. He feels a deep and dreamy release. The smoke and steam are like being in a timeless mist. The world is behind him, his mother...

What she decided at the sandwich shop, not with total certainty, but with some, is that this time in her life would be defined by fine experiences. She is fine,...

When a homeless man asks for a hug and you run away screaming, you’ve finally embraced your lack of faith in humanity. You’ve become fully rational. Let that si...

On your drive home from work, through the velvet fog that looms halfway down the moss-laden trees, you pass a doe and wonder: what if? Your palms sweat. You wip...

Re-design or re-think how the modern fridge is organized, used, and maintained so that the process of going to the grocery store, stocking the fridge, taking x ...

After nine o’clock I see her go off in a red Honda with the front bumper hanging off. The street lamps illuminate her dark makeup and revealed skin peeking out ...

When he retells the story to his buddies, he’s the one who approaches her. But really, he was sitting on a boardwalk bench letting his new tattoo breathe a litt...

Tonight I stood on the subway platform and watched my ex-lover’s wife descend from the staircase. I did not immediately recognize that it was her. At first, it ...

Lebron James steps out of the specialty ice cream shop and stops for a moment to look at a street lamp. He turns and walks up the hill, past the jewelry store, ...

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I was addicted to Band-Aids. Small ones. I'd stick them to my arms, toes, knees—anywhere they'd fit. My family assumed I was accident-prone. I played along. I'd...