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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Forget Me Not

Dr. Ugadda B. Kidden[1] He pushed his cart slowly down the aisle, carefully noting the labels on the jars and cans. She hated shopping so he had always done it for the both of them; for her, really, he always shopped for her. That is, he only bought the foods she liked to eat. For […]

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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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The Champion

by Sonja Griffing I stood on the 50-yard line with two rings in my hand. One was plain and ugly. Nicked and worn. Perfectly molded. Cold to touch. The other ornate and brilliant. Sparkling in the sun. Brand new. Burning my skin. They both wouldn’t fit. I weighed them in my palm and made a […]

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by Sonja Griffing “Be nice or leave.” Mother’s word echoed in the kitchen. Father dropped his fork and disappeared. “Be nice or leave.” I mouthed the words as Brother kicked the wall and faded away. “Be nice or leave,” she said to me. So, I went. “Be nice and leave,” I told her. Then, she […]

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Be Nice or Leave

“Be nice or leave,” Lynne yells at me. “I didn’t invite you here so you could attack me for crap we did to each other in junior high.”“Billy wasn’t crap,” I say. “He was the love of my life.”“Junior high,” Lynne repeats. “We were twelve.”Lynne doesn’t know about my condition. I don’t know how to […]

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Eternal Flame

She stretched her neck, searching the star-pocked heavens, and regretted the movement. She knew what the pain and stiffness and exhaustion meant; her time was coming fast. She allowed a tear to fall, heard the hiss as it touched her leg. Felt the relief it brought to her skin. She would leave so many tasks […]

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The others love him. I think him a fool.Though, sheathed in black leather, his hands caressing the slender metal rod jammed deep between his thighs, he looks perhaps to be the god of Love.His head haloed in coiled strands of darkness which allowed only pinpricks of light to penetrate. He sways, eyes closed, away then […]

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Separation Anxiety - Flash Fiction

Separation Anxiety

They shared the same mother and father, and were loved by their many sisters and brothers. They wore matching clothes and tiny pink shoes with purple laces. The elder loved Hello Kitty, the younger was terrified of cats, even big-eyed cartoon cats.The younger cried the first time their mother stuffed her foot in the shoe. […]

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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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