on a partly cloudy day
in an ordinary small town
in a flyover state
a parade begins at 10 am
when the batons start swinging
and the brass strikes up a familiar march
with gusto
the townspeople clap and children cheer
for one day
all feels right
with the world
Roberta Beach Jacobson is the author of Demitasse Fiction: One-Minute Reads for Busy People.
On her first visit, she turned the light on and watched him sleep. When he woke, he was alone. Dismissing her presence as a vivid dream, he turned the light off.
Her weight sank the mattress. She said, “Don’t do that.”
“Turn the light out?”
“We don’t like it.”
“We?”
Kevin J. Fellows, is a former technologist but has always been a writer. His fiction and poetry have appeared in Translunar Travelers Lounge, ONE ART, 34 Orchard, Strange Horizons, Star*Line, and others. See more at kevinjfellows.com.
She moved with a terrible efficiency, cutting corners within her own space so as to never, ever inconvenience. Movement that bled quiet don’t mind me, and of course, that’s more important and i’m sorry.
I soothed slowly, wordlessly: I see you; and of course you matter; and it’s alright, love.
Maria Cargille wrote this story.
Every morning she pins on a smile with thoughts as sharp as nails. She checks it carefully: is it wide enough? Are the edges too hard, are the lips too thin, too tight-pressed, too fake? (She copied the smile from a storefront dummy, but no one has to know that.)
Lorraine Manton is currently studying creative writing and literature at Deakin University, Australia, and has a great fondness for books, coffee and small slices of imaginary lives.
Running away is the easy part—it’s the coming home that hurts. Seeing your shoes lined up at the front door, your car in the driveway, your flowers blooming in the front garden. They all waited for you, faithful, steady.
It will be harder to leave next time, knowing that.
Alexa Donley is a speculative fiction author living in Washington. When not writing, she can be found traveling to new places or walking in storms. Her first book, The House on the Rocks, is available now, as well as monthly short stories on Patreon.
I walk by memory through night-dark rooms, take comfort in familiar imperfections — curled wallpaper and doors scratched by other people’s dogs. But my sense of security is strung through with a barbed-wire-strand of fear; I know I could lose this home. The strongest gratitude comes hand in hand with grief.
Elliott Fielding is a Colorado scientist and emerging author who weighs phrases and measures words.
“What’re you doing, Ed?”
He motioned for quiet, crumpling a napkin. “This moth’s toast.”
The insect was on the kitchen table.
“Don’t kill it, Ed. It has a life too.”
Life? Too? His face twisted.
After he released it into their backyard, it was almost immediately eaten by a bird.
David Sydney is a physician who writes fiction in and out of the EHR (Electronic Health Record).
Hi Leo.
Yes, the exhibition install was fine!
The issue we’re having is the wall text has raised concerns about your artwork.
Thing is, we’ve realised it’s correct.
I’m afraid the situation has changed.
It’s now just the wall text on display.
See you at 8.
The wall text insisted.
Simon Buckley is a Glasgow-based writer and visual artist. His interdisciplinary practice explores language, rurality and non-human intelligence. He is co-coordinator of the action research group Durty Beanz, and his artwork and writing has been exhibited and published by galleries, museums and institutions internationally. His flash fiction has appeared in MAP Magazine, with forthcoming work in BULL.
We had good decades held together by children, purpose, and compatibility. Our love turned quieter, moving out of the foreground. Now, we find ourselves in a bounded endgame, wanting to evade stagnation and trying to love more once again—while we still have left some time and love to spend.
Lynn Kozlowski has appeared in The Citron Review, The Zodiac Review, Molecule, 50-Word Stories, Bright Flash Literary Review, Every Day Fiction, The Dribble Drabble Review, Friday Flash Fiction, and The Malahat Review. He has a volume of short pieces, Historical Markers.
I see her at the intersection up ahead, so I hurry.
When I get there, three signs face us: straight ahead is PAST; both left and right, FUTURE.
“Which way?” I ask.
She says nothing and goes left.
I should go right… but I just stay and watch her go.
Nowadays, Joey is more concerned with red light cameras at the intersection. His work can be found at joeytoey.com.au.