Bombola
The incongruous appearance of the Chinese lanterns, tissue thin, is what I like to remember now;...
Read MorePosted by Michelle Reale | Sep 5, 2012 | Flash Fiction
The incongruous appearance of the Chinese lanterns, tissue thin, is what I like to remember now;...
Read MorePosted by Dawn West | Sep 5, 2012 | Flash Fiction
When your fever breaks, you will be hungry. You will ask for meat, a deerburger from the diner...
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“I don’t owe you shit, Cyril.” Mickey kicks herself free from the Camaro’s seatbelt and grabs for...
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When she was young, she longed to belong outdoors, to live in the plastic house in her parents’...
Read MorePosted by Rupprecht Mayer | Sep 5, 2012 | Flash Fiction
On his commute to the office he always turned right at the intersection. If he went straight, the...
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