Stories from
June, 2011

Sal knew that his heart was shrinking. He could feel it with every beat, every time he attempted a smile, every time he woke up alone.

Aaron Rudolph (@20Limes) writes and kitchen dances in Oklahoma.

The discarded couch cried in the cold while nearby trash cans surreptitiously gossiped about its once clean leather, now dirty and torn.

Mark Rosenblum is a New York native who now lives in Southern California where he misses the taste of real pizza and good deli food.

Afterwards, wrapped coyly in a sheet and concerned that the real reason for her smile showed all too clearly, Lisa gently chided Leonardo.

Nick Johns has retired from a life of crime to breed mongrel flash fictions for release into the wild.