ISSN: 1946-1712

Flash 6/2009, #1: Sarah Adams

Branwen’s Revenge

In the lee of the well, Branwen crouched. She pursed her lips and whistled at the mockingbird. It flicked its long tail up and down, hopped two steps toward her and one away, its head turned sideways. She whistled again. It hopped nearer to the crumbs she had laid for it.

“Alas for Branwen the White, who suffers every day,” she sang to the mockingbird.... Read more: HTML 

In This Issue: Jake Freivald

In This Issue

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Short-Short Sighted #12: Bruce Holland Rogers

Flash Fiction of Idea

Bruce’s column continues his discussion of the MICE (Milieu, Idea, Character, Event) quotient with a discussion about Flash Fiction of Idea. Read more: HTML 

Flash 6/2009, #2: Shelly Rae Rich

Atypical Research

My predisposition for science began as a boy; then, grasshoppers were my fascination. I caught them by dozens, built wire mesh homes, and gathered a variety of vegetation, crabgrass, clover, dandelion weeds — so they’d stay happy and entertain me. Occasionally one perched on a twig and peered out, as though knowing the cage wasn’t its indigenous habitat, cautionary, waiting for predators.... Read more: HTML 

Flash 6/2009, #3: K. C. Ball

At Both Ends

“Mind if I ask you something?”

It took me by surprise. I hadn’t noticed the guy standing next to me, there in the multiplex lobby. Minutes before, Lucille and I had been strolling toward the doors after seeing the new Spiderman movie; then she let go of my hand and made her way toward the ladies’ room....

“You mind if I ask some questions while we wait?” Read more: HTML 

Flash 6/2009, #4: Bruce Holland Rogers

Visions of Gingerbread

This story exemplifies Bruce’s column about Idea in the MICE quotient.

I have never fired anyone on the night of the Christmas party. Not quite. But my employees always give me a wide berth at the annual event. It reminds me of my failure to escape the family spice business. Read more: HTML 

Classic Flash #19: Kate Chopin

The Kiss

It was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room was full of deep shadows.

Brantain sat in one of these shadows; it had overtaken him and he did not mind. The obscurity lent him courage to keep his eyes fastened as ardently as he liked upon the girl who sat in the firelight. Read more: HTML 

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