Category: Flash Fiction

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Blue

She feels the press of it in her palm, the weight of the thing. Such a small key, she thinks, for such a large door. The heavy wood is cool, gives away none of its secrets. But she hears it at night, calling to her. He will be home soon....

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The Stripper

It’s gotten to that point of the night already. He’s asking me what I do. “I’m a stripper,” I say. “I strip for a living.” His wife, taller than him, holds onto his arm and my words. “No!” she says. “Not really?” “Yes,” I say. “Really.” She gives me a...

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Four Friends

Norah, not one for nervousness, nimbly nudges her intent into the gnarly craniums of her no-good neighbours. “No nonsense, now,” Norah announces. “This ain’t no novel. Nuance is necessary.” Sally sneaks into the side alley, slithering her scaly skin over the slimy stones. “Thissss way?” she whispers to Fyodor. “For...

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Grandma’s Budgie

I hate that bird. Its black eyes. That hooked beak. The way it turns its head to stare. Its dark red feathers. But mostly, I hate its voice. I’ll never understand why Grandma bought a budgie. I guess she wanted a companion, a living thing to share the house with...

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The Trail

The pigeons descended almost immediately on the bit of sausage on the ground. Marko looked down at them; he looked at the trail of tomato sauce running down his trouser leg. The clouds had cleared overnight and, with a spring in his step, he had gone out that fine morning...

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The Time Traveller

The Time Traveller glanced at the watch on his left wrist as he hurried to the indicator boards. He looked up at the panel and cursed; he needn’t have rushed. The 4:14 to Poughkeepsie was running 8 minutes late. He checked the watch on his right wrist and did the...

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30 Years of Sundays

When Bogdan reads the classifieds, he sucks air in loudly through his teeth. Occasionally, when he finds something interesting, he’ll make farty noises with his lips. Ana, who has sat by his side for 30 years of Sundays, carries on with her knitting as her fury rises and rises until...

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From the First to the Last

Wilson takes his first breath on a Tuesday and suffers existential jet lag for the next 12 years. When his soul catches up with his body, he begins to wonder if it was worth the wait. He takes up smoking. After 3 semi-serious girlfriends and several one night stands (not...

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The Stone Cat

The stone cat sits outside the veterinary sciences building, a serious sandstone sentinel guarding the entry. Every student rubs its nose as they walk past. They have been doing it absently for 30 years. Massey was less absent than most. She walked up to the stone cat and said “you’d...