Category: Flash Fiction

  • The Stillness on West 144th Street

    The Stillness on West 144th Street

    The way home from Sally’s reeks with garbage, piss, and sweet rot pushing up through the sidewalk. I’m not much better. Hair stringy with grease, breath sour from ginger beer, I’ve danced off the week to a bar mitzvah medley of Def Leppard and the Black Eyed Peas. The white bricks of my building cut…

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  • Two Friends Paint the Living Room Pool-Bottom Blue

    Two Friends Paint the Living Room Pool-Bottom Blue

    He knows—of course he knows—that we’re breaking the lease agreement. He pretends to be stupid and I pretend to be innocent and our rollers suck and ooze.

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  • The Shoe Store

    The Shoe Store

    If you can help a man of sixty-plus years shop for Dockers, do. If you can help a suburban mom in athleisure, Windex the mirrors. The moms will leave you in peace.

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  • A Cheerleader Orders a Burger

    A Cheerleader Orders a Burger

    She wants her uniform to catalyze her potential and not be the summation.

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  • The meek shall inherit the earth

    The meek shall inherit the earth

    A woman dies in Palermo. Thofania has poisoned her husband, and others, but her name gathers flies. It is her goddaughter’s that drips cold, colorless, into folklore. Giulia sells cosmetics. Her bestseller gets rid of unwanted blemishes. It is Aqua Tofana, a tincture of tin and arsenic. It kills in four doses. The doctor dismisses…

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  • Bites, Jan.

    Bites, Jan.

    The news was doing animal videos, so Jan decided to make pancakes. They came off golden-brown, and the humidity was low enough to open the front door and let a flowery breeze through the kitchen. Jan sang over the stove, flipping the last pancake and swallowing phrase to phrase. The cinnamon made her salivate. And…

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  • The Academic

    The Academic

                Medieval medicine take up a whole shelf. Splendid. Not one, single book can give you a comprehensive rundown. Twenty will tell you the same thing, slightly rephrased, so you’ll think you’re learning but you’re only aging. Having never been to the reference floor, you’ve been picturing a wooden stand under a spotlight: on it,…

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  • Blue House

    Blue House

    They added stone lions on either side of the driveway and paved over the pit. Ladders went up. The girl started taking side streets when errands brought her through the old neighborhood. The blue house, hers, existed now in thought. She liked it that way. Thoughts were durable. Thoughts were shelter. Thoughts were pure. The…

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  • Bella

    Bella

    Evelyn pushed the stroller over the cobblestone streets of the North End. Coffee and cannoli sweetened the harbor breeze, but her ward, Bella, watched for the people. The wheels on the cobbles drew the shopkeepers to their windows to watch the retired Pilates instructor promenade. Shoppers who were new to the area, or in town…

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  • Fly on the Chalkboard

    Fly on the Chalkboard

    I came to learn, please don’t kill me. I can go away until the lecture is over, if you leave the diagrams. I can study them by the light of the Exit sign, you won’t have to leave the lights on. I’ll just wait over here. Don’t worry, I’m not paying attention. Please don’t take…

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