Torsade Literary Space Flash Fiction: Peckish
Peckish “I don’t try to get out of things. I try my best not to get into things.” The weasel had dropped by, as he put it, coming on at first by a peristaltic rippling over a basswood’s roots. The roots canopied mirrored water, pooling naturally between a fallen trunk and a […]
Flash Fiction: Fallen Short
Fallen Short Darian thought an attic window black as that could not be empty behind the glass. But no one who’d broken the others could pitch a stone to reach so far. She’d wondered if this were true. The V between the front porch roof and that […]
All the Sires of Generations: Flash Fiction
All the Sires of Generations “That’s too bad. How you figure,” Arbuthnot asked McCoy, “if I put it out…if you get around, I mean, and put it out under my name… Tell em the professor, that’s what I hear they been calling me—” Arbuthnot stopped here, and chuckled. “A man […]
May Day: Flash Fiction
May Day Gougher, the man Dria had thought he ought to sponsor, the man who’d undertaken digging a pond with a shovel, the man who suffered, in some way Dria’s church friends were too delicate to ask… Anthony Vrenick had the thing in mind. If Gougher […]
Character: New Flash Fiction
Flash Fiction Character Though the question occurs…whether this is not a product of nostalgia, this notion… Of character or coherence… Coherence, adhesion, McAlley says to himself. Redundancy. Like healing like. Things that were familiar have fallen to schemes, none of which looks promising […]
Free for All: Flash Fiction
Flash Fiction Free for All Suzette, who was going to teach her how to sell lip gloss, nail polish, body cream—H.E.N., the name of the line (it had a meaning, feminist sardonic, and then it had another meaning: Health, Energy, Nature)—had a drawing-in-of-the-lips habit. She had long, impractical fingernails. She’d […]