Flash Fiction

  • Said and Gone

    Blankets knotted under her, bunched tight like she hadn’t moved in a while. Chico lay circled like rat on the sofa, his tiny body smaller than the pink makeup bag resting on Kim’s lap. “Move,” said Brian to the rat dog. Chico uncurled, stood on his skinny legs, and barked to claim his spot. After…

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  • Future Leaders

    He sat in a burgundy leather chair, his fingers tracing the tight seam along the arm. A wide fireplace crackled beside him, its heat pressing softly against his freshly shaven face. Above the mantel hung a six-by-four oil painting of the club’s founder, Earl Wellington II.

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  • March 31, 1999

    I remember the tacky touch of plastic wrapped around the cases. My lids blink slow and heavy. In front of me, CDs are stacked in tight rows. I’m in the S section.

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