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The Fate of Seven House Keys: Imaginings
“Please don’t lose this,” I say to the cat-sitter, placing my house key in her palm. “It’s the only one I’ve got left.” 1 The..
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Too Many Days
“There. No. A little to the right. Yes. Perfect.” My daughter presses the bandage firmly against my skin and I wince at the burning sensation..
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The Angry Coat
A woman puts on her angry coat. It really just springs to her skin as she leaves the house. She starts her walk. She encounters..
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Call Me Ishmael
My mother once called me Hannah, though she didn’t know it was me. A future preacher once called me a bribe from Satan as I..
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The Color of Being Alive
Our world is cold and gray. Grandmother tells me it wasn’t always like this. I find that hard to believe. This is all my brother..
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The Art of Pickling Green Beans
The aging Ford shudders its way down US 95 just south of Rome, Oregon with a rust-colored optimism I do not share. Woven seat covers,..
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End of a Rainbow
I drove under a rainbow on my way home from clerking at the library one summer evening. The clouds I would drive into were brightly..
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Mango for Breakfast
I pull the mango from the brown paper bag and press it twice with my thumb. Above me, Ethan’s alarm clock buzzes and the kitchen..
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Soki’s Reflections
When Soki stood in the eastern corner of her terrace, she was hard to spot. Her petite frame fit into the cranny overlooking the main..
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Grocery Delivery
“God, I want your hair,” Mary shouts as I deliver five bags of groceries to her. Her wrinkly white index finger is pointing at my..
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She’s Just Carbon
Death is total. But only two thirds of the creature who gave her life to become bacon and pork chops is useful. The other 33%..
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He Says
He says he wants to quit smoking, but by now those words are perfunctory. Along with I need to go for a run and we..
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Hanging Laundry
She died at the age of thirty, at the clothesline in her own back yard on the first day of summer vacation. Dropped straight to..
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Two Stories by Allison A. deFreese
Two pieces of flash fiction by poet and translator, Allison A. deFreese.
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LeftRight
It was the year of strange weather. Whirring blades of Chinooks above him, he rehearsed a monologue sometimes, in preparation for a testimony he felt would be demanded, soon.
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Signature
The first letter of Georgia’s name was supposed to be a tribute to a dead great grandmother on her father’s side that no one remembered.
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The Garden Spy: A Diptych
The Garden Spy is from Aamer Hussein’s anthology, Restless. The book is a collage of fugitive fictions, reminiscences of friends, and personal essays which, when read in sequence, offer an unofficial picture of one writer’s private and public lives.
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Museum: A Collection of Four Works
A collection of four works of flash fiction presented in the style of four works from a museum.
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The Night Jumpers
The moonlight shined on your brown hair, wet and wavy from the sandy river’s flow. My toes clung to the bark underneath my feet, and..
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Saving Elmore James
A thin line sometimes is all that separates genius from insanity. A person with a gift for music is called a prodigy, while the person..
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A Wonderful World
Sarah giggled as Ian breathed on her neck. “I forgot about how passionate you are. It’s like we’re teenagers all over again.” “We shouldn’t have..
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The Last Day of School
A bustling, well-tarred road divides the educational potential of Kasipatti town by gender. On one side lies the Kasipatti Boys’ Senior Secondary School. On the..
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A Summer Holiday
Five glasses of lemon squash are placed in front of us. Mummy has taught me to never be the first one to reach out for..
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That Year, This Time (A Summer Yarn)
“I’m coming in a minute. Hold the door for me, won’t you, Robi!” Madhura yelled from somewhere deep inside the house. Robi, her son, was..