Flash Fiction

  • Pico de Gallo
    Pico de Gallo
    Her heart fastened to the surfer curls of the server. She was sure he surfed. He was probably a vegetarian, maybe even a vegan too. She had a gift for ...
  • Hold on to What You Got
    Hold on to What You Got
    Louie remembered alighting the plane feeling tired and a bit woozy. It was the multiple nightcaps that sat behind his eyes. He could feel his eyes wer ...
  • Skepticism with a C
    Skepticism with a C
    I clean out my msg inbox while waiting at my stop across from Pizza Express on the corner of Lapwing Lane. I do it ruthlessly. It's my meditation when ...
  • The Transmission
    The Transmission
    He heard the shower running when he woke up. He hoped she wouldn't use all the water and then felt bad for thinking it. The feel of toast milling betw ...
  • Fall
    Fall
    She was named Fall after the American season, but I faded into her. Slowly. Scented grip. Laundry detergent and damp umber. Then it was winter. Rosema ...
  • Table Manners
    Table Manners
    He held his spoon in a fist, like his granddad. It felt right. He was digging into his food, which seemed to be the point of a spoon. And it was way m ...
  • Jamiau Vu
    Jamiau Vu
    It was his own instinct Jonathon could never reconcile so he let his actions haunt him. After all instinct is a reaction. A riposte to the present whe ...
  • Single Woman
    Single Woman
    She lives in the country and every day commutes by train to the city for work. Each morning she rushes on the station platform like a black unicorn, j ...
  • Nesviosous [nés’vi-ō’sₔs]
    Nesviosous [nés’vi-ō’sₔs]
    Under new entreaties for reconciliation and consolidation, where the other had long since mattered, Gerry remained resolute had the last bullet in the ...
  • Everything’s Okay Computer
    Everything’s Okay Computer
    Radiohead’s No Surprises was playing over the PA in the varsity bar yesterday. Until that moment I realised I had completely forgot one of th ...
  • The Gentle Art of Smoking
    The Gentle Art of Smoking
    She sits alone by the coffee shop window. On her table is an espresso, a small beaker of milk and a clear glass of hot water that condenses around the ...

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