What Is It?
Do you believe in evil?
Do you?
Category: Flash Fiction
Good
Her soul, her psyche, her intuition screamed out against her very strong mind against the very thinness of ‘good.’ Her soul, her psyche, her intuition were parts of her that knew something was missing: being bad.
Dance for Me
I’m left here to contemplate the deathlessness of this place because centuries from now, I’ll read about it.
I Forgot Everything
We were told to die rather than get captured and they said it with all the sincerity of a man with a gun to his head.
An Escape
My wife’s lack of vocabulary was paralyzing me. No bread. No wine. No heady aromas. No clench within my chest when humbled by her practicality or attempts at empathy ever occurred.
Her Need
The gritty anger that surrounded him revealed its truth; she didn’t want to keep him, wasn’t interested in his ability to provide for her and was sure that she had used him.
When Your Step Mother is Right
Okay, listen, let’s get one thing straight before we go on. I loved my father. He loved me. I couldn’t help his natural appetites. My step-mother was there, yes but if he would have said ‘hey, I’m tired tonight I’ll see you in the morning,’ he may have lived longer. I suppose he died of what we all die of; free will.
Ice in Chicago, Blind Dates and Shop Windows
I sat down as far away from the door as I could negotiate and waited. He said he would arrive at around 6:15 or 6:30
The Girl Who Rides the Bus Sees and Hears Everything
She was well known on the bus–actually on the entire route. Her whispers were audible but in no way distinguishable. Most thought it a shame because she wasn’t bad to look at, though one old man called her “some big fat girl,” early one morning.
Love, Lust and the Imaginary Lover
Flash fiction is an opportunity to be honest in as few words as possible. It’s an opportunity to explore with your foot still in reality.