Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Smoke – Bonni Goldberg

Once again smoke hung thick in the library’s rafters. Words appeared. At least this time the vapors formed words. The first time it was shapes, and yesterday it was numbers. Both were incomprehensible. Shira knew what the words meant individually. Now all she had to do was make out the larger meaning, their message. Was it an instruction or a warning? Would she have to convince anyone else to join her? How much time would she have? Time. Maybe the numbers were a time. Now that Shira thought more about it, the shapes were similar to road signs: stop, yield, one way. She had thought, map for shapes and a code for the numbers. Because those were confusing to her. She’d focused on what she wasn’t good at instead of what she already knew. That had to be it; to save her brother and the world she had accidentally created, Shira had to use what she already understood. She gazed up again. The words dissipated like a slow motion explosion, transforming into a whisper: don’t be late. She’d never been late in her life. Bonni’s website

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Did You or Didn’t You

Dr. Ugadda B. Kidden [i] “Well, did you or didn’t you?” “What difference would it make if I did?” “All the difference in the world.” “What difference? Am I different? Are you? Does it change either one of us? Does it matter?” “Then you admit that you did?” “I said no such thing. Don’t be […]

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A Storm is Coming

by Dr. Ugadda B. Kidden [i] There was a storm coming and the old man had fallen asleep. Or perhaps he had died. He had been talking about drums and how to tighten them so they would speak in a deeper voice, when his eyes had closed. Had there been chicken feathers from a sacrifice […]

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Knights in White Satin

“Where’re we headed?” she asked.“Nowhere and everywhere.” He answered and laughed when she slapped his shoulder.She loved his laugh and slapped him again just to hear it.The steady drizzle painted the road with jagged streaks of red and yellow, green, and white. The last signal turned and she pressed her booted feet against the chrome […]

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All Hallows Eve

The moon was new, the backyard shadowed with weeping willows and tall flowering hedges. She heard the babbling of the creek that meandered in the distance. She sighed and thought of all the chores left undone; decided she’d tackle the dishes last. The warm water would feel good before bed.“Bacchus,” she called from the back […]

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