Beauty slept, waiting for her prince. The vines wrapped around her, cradling and twining her, hiding her from view. Leaves brushed her lips.
K.C. Shaw (@saanen) lives and writes in East Tennessee. Visit her at http://kcshaw.net.
Prof Jones talked to tsetse flies. He claimed he learned their language. He was working on teaching them ours when he fell asleep.
Retired teacher Salvatore Buttaci writes daily and lives in West Virginia with his wife Sharon. He’s been published widely.
The mirror remembers for you—every scar, every dream. You look away, press into your flesh again, and forget.
@kaolinfire writes, edits, and makes websites & computer games.
The MC said the Gorgon won the beauty contest. The snakes on the judges’ heads hissed their approval.
Robert Laughlin is the creator of the Micro Award, an annual competition for previously published flash fiction.
He yearns for higher purpose, seeks meaning to his life. Then, he spies and pursues the light, eager to belong. Phutt… One more dead fly.
Len Morgan is married with two offspring and four grandchildren. He’s an artist, writer, who works as an accountant & Youth worker 9 to 9; Living in hope of more.
Noah’s family had been one broken wheel away from destitution. He took an ax to the wagon for a few days firewood.
Matthew Sanborn Smith fondly remembers living on the edge, now that he’s fallen off of it.
You are directed to fulfill your quota without sentimentality, processing all inmates. Do not query why we relocated the four-year-old girl.
Kenneth Schneyer‘s work appears in Niteblade, Flashshot and Nature Physics. He will attend Clarion 2009.
A kiss won’t make us married, she said. Just a kiss, she said. He strokes his ring. 20 years later, hers are still the only lips he’s known.
J.S. Graustein exists in California but lives in her English dreams. You can visit her @jsgraustein & http://folded.wordpress.com.
Six pets, six small plots. “At least she finds comfort in these burials,” dad says to mom. She smiles at them through her perfect tears.
Lee Ann Kalwat (@maystone) lives in rural Ontario with her melded family, many cats, and a herd of suri alpacas.
Everyone runs to the plane but me. I get the last seat (middle of 5), crush men’s bags on my way. I’m white & female. They glare.
I have to pee. Again. I think—Sahara. No use. I climb over knee high carry-on bundles while their owners slap me. Curse me.
Lock myself in & pee. Cry. I lean on the bulkhead, drink in this freedom from my status as tubabu & sleep. Steward kicks me out.
We’re given customs forms. I write. They stare. One hands me his with “s’il vous plait?” They stare. I nod & write. They smile.
J.S. Graustein (@jsgraustein) is the editor of PicFic (@picfic)