Tag: Micro Fiction Flash

Evolution of a Chef by Alyssa Jordan

Every Saturday, Luna walked to an adoption center. She put on a coat and two scarves. More often than not, she carried a piece of fruit. One Saturday, it was a peach. She rolled it between her fingers, by turns gentle, then violent. Luna needed a family. She wanted a child that wasn’t too young

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Heedless Nights by Louise Worthington

Too possessive to be a friend. Demanding to the point of being an acquired taste. He calls my name and expects me to come running and even if I close my eyes and try to ignore him, I hear him and feel him. God, I hate that. He never stays in the morning. That side

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Reaper in Mourning by Alyssa Jordan

Snow piles on Suki’s hakama and makes her grow heavier. Every now and then, crystal flakes will catch in her hair and pepper it white. The flakes are cold powder around her, powder and icy sludge. Suki thinks she might be falling apart. She’s not exactly sure. Sometimes, she feels put together and driven, like

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The Fabric of Tombstones by B F Jones

About two thirds of the way through ‘The Fabric of Tombstones’ there’s a line – short and sweet though it is – that perhaps sums up what we should expect from B.F Jones’ debut flash fiction collection. ‘All these souls, here momentarily, before going there permanently, trying to get on with their lives and make

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The Chair by R. P. Serin

It had been nine weeks, three days and five hours since James had died.  From the moment Adam had been told of James’ accident all he had felt was emptiness.  The so-called ‘stages of grief’ had proven to be a disappointing no-show. He looked around the living room; setting of countless memories: raucous parties, blistering

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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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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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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 23: The Wise Man by Rachael Smart

On the 23rd Day of Christmas Rachael Smart gave to me… He was a wise man because he went to wet the baby’s head wearing a hessian sack smock, came home serious about calling him Jesus. He was a wise man because he’d seen her ex-ex-ex in The Playwright and knocked the bold out of

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