Torsade Literary Space Heckler (conclusion)
Heckler (conclusion) “So like, my cost per credit hour was two-hundred something, toss in fees, round it up, say the minimum wage goes to fifteen…say I work a shift and a half at Starbucks, pays for one credit hour at state… Or maybe not, I’m an English Lit dropout, not […]
Heckler (part two)
Heckler (part two) You’re guessing I didn’t like the sound of this? No shit, but…working for Delaney is this way. You do good, he gives you more jobs. You say no to a job, maybe he’ll call you. To hand out coupons on the street, dressed like a Thanksgiving turkey. […]
Heckler (part one)
Heckler (part one) One of the people I know told me about these guys. Like if you wanted a loser property you owned out of the way, it’s ashes, no one finds a trace wrong…cause they use some military kind of laser. You get a little free money from the […]
Flash Fiction: The Volunteer
Flash Fiction The Volunteer His arm held in the grip of officialdom, he would tug, but gently, allowing himself otherwise to be moved along. He would search faces for the onlooker willing to meet his eyes, and flash a smile to convey that […]
Flash Fiction: Advice for Lightning
Advice for Lightning The yellow fog was half smoke, and a breaking sun’s rays glittered through this, cast over cinders. Being late to take advice, thinking no one had come to the door, she went out at last. Someone had. A flyer of emergency numbers hung from the knob. Leandrew […]
Flash Fiction: Character
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 […]
Flash Fiction: Free for All
Flash Fiction Free for All Suzette, who was going to teach how to sell lip gloss, eye palettes, body glitter— (H.E.N. the name of the line, which had underlying meaning, feminist sardonic, and official meaning: Health, Energy, Nature…) Had a drawing-in-of-the-lips habit. Long, impractical nails. […]
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 water pooling naturally between a fallen trunk and […]
Flash Fiction: Fallen Short
Flash Fiction 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 wondered if this were true. […]
Flash Fiction: Pine
Flash Fiction Pine Salvador had gone off, more of a brood than a hunt, though he carried his shotgun and walking stick. That suited Bridie, who wanted to feel free, picking over her herbs, seeing what had come back in the flower bed. Bluebells, […]