Tag: Flash Fiction Story

What If A Leopard Could Change Its Spots? by Hannah Storm

She’s flicking through one of those animal encyclopaedias, the kind you get heavily discounted in the run up to Christmas, and then even cheaper before New Year, the kind nobody is ever going to pay full price for. ‘Do you think I should keep this one, Mum?’ she asks. ‘I mean, it was a present.

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The Almost Mothers by Laura Besley

It’s hard to be a mother. You don’t really study for it. You can’t tell people: I have BA in mothering with honours. That might be why some mothers feel so inadequate. Or why some others feel the need to get validation from others. Or why some fall apart. No book or NCT course will

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Papier-mâché by Michael Loveday

Peggy longs to be elsewhere. Today, even Charmaine, her WorkSolutions adviser, seems bored. Or if not bored then fatalistic: she’s picking at her earlobes and examining the flakes of skin on the tip of her finger. They are meeting not at Charmaine’s offices, but at the neutral territory of West Herts College, because the WorkSolutions

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Toss by Giles Montgomery

“Fifty-fifty,” says the oncologist after some consideration. “Bloody hell,” says Doug, even though he’d asked. Of course he’d asked. Doug the gambler, the chancer, the fly-by-nighter. This time, more than any other, he had to know the odds. Because this time, they were his. He was the fighter in the ring facing a stone-cold ruthless

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The Weight of Skin by E. Alexandra

You ask me if I’ve dated.  Not seriously.  You want to know why.  I can’t tell you why.  I haven’t even said the word to myself. I remember us in your room at midnight, bright underneath a full moon, our limbs intertwined like roots tangled in the mud.  Two bodies fighting into one.  It felt

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Day 29: All The Trimmings by Stephen Ground

On the 29th Day of Christmas Stephen Ground gave to me… The night they brought Billy home, Matt couldn’t sleep. Not unusual – Christmas at work was stressful, and he drank too much coffee – but when Martha woke to feed Billy at two, four, and six, Matt was watching Home Alone on repeat in

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Day 22: Holiday Definitions and Observational Notes for Mrs. Grimsby—English as a Second Language 104, by Dolma Karpo by Annie Bien

On the 22nd Day of Christmas Annie Bien gave to me… From Merriam Webster: I. Immaculate: adjective a) having no stain or blemish : pure, b) having or containing no flaw or error c) a: spotlessly clean b: having no colored spots or marks —used especially in botany and zoology # DK: Observational Note: An

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Day 19: A Tangled Melody in A Minor by Mary Thompson

On the 19th Day of Christmas Mary Thompson gave to me… As the heat rose, the angels spun, their paper-thin bodies skimming the flames like fireflies. Faster and faster, round and round. Weary of the argument, Annabel turned to watch them, these tiny, cherubic beings led by their heralding trumpeter, who was heading upwards towards

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Day 18: Joke Gift by Han Clark

On the 18th Day of Christmas Han Clark gave to me… To my father’s credit, he manages to smile as he unwraps the bejewelled starfish broach. He smiles and nods, turning it over in hands that I have always thought were too small for his frame, running his thumb across the shimmering imitation sapphire in

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Day 16: Christanukkah Eve by Linda McMullen

On the 16th Day of Christmas Linda McMullen gave to me… My parents didn’t create the Christmas-ornaments-as-Hanukkah-gifts schtick.  But Wikipedia will probably give them credit (generations hence) for the virgin birth of the double-barrel meshugga Christanukkah guilt trip: “Have you been to mass already, or –” Mom warbles, as Dad registers my empty hands and

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