I giggle when he taps my knee. Pure reflex. So tall. So blond. So cute. My giggle spills into laugh. Then cough. And a red-faced physician.
J.S. Graustein exists in California but lives in her English dreams. Pop by for tea anytime and tell her a story.
He flew nonstop against the sun, but no matter how far or how long he went, the days still progressed and his daughter was still dead.
Robert Swartwood (@RobertSwartwood) is the editor of Hint Fiction (W.W. Norton, 2010).
It’s strange to dream of you once more. I am submerged, already wet, in a dishpan of daily demands. You ask for a plate and I throw it.
Ann Marie Gamble (@amgamble) prefers a two-egg omelette.
They caught him doping and voted to strip his Olympic gold. His last words, radioed from over the Marianas Trench: “Try it now.”
Robert Laughlin lives in Chico, California. He is the creator of the Micro Award, an annual flash fiction competition.
I found mom’s porn stash in the oven, half-baked in a casserole dish. “No big deal,” she said. “I don’t plan on cooking anymore anyway.”
Neil de la Flor‘s 1st poetry collection, Almost Dorothy, will be published by Marsh Hawk Press in 2010.
“Look at this picture,” she says. “That’s not that long ago. Right before I met you.”
I look.
“I look different,” she says. “I look happy.”
Robb Todd has eight letters in his name, but just five different letters are in play, and a mere two syllables.
She blamed the glass, insisting it spontaneously broke itself in her hand. Again.
Sandra Dawson is not sure who she is but is also known as @blueberrio.
I wanted to ask permission but you were sleeping and the side of your face was totally milky and smooth and I thought like you should sleep
Scott Garson edits Wigleaf and has stories in American Short Fiction, New York Tyrant, Hobart, Quick Fiction and others.
Driving to his house for the final time, she had only two thoughts: 1. Did she have enough money for gas? 2. Had she remembered her lighter?
RJ Payne (@rebeccajpayne) is genre fiction writer based in Cambridge, England. She is a member of CWIL and www.differentstar.net.
Ran into my ex.
He said, “Nice car.”
I said, “Best car your money can buy.”
“You ran over my foot, still bitter?” he said.
“No, we’re even.”
Cindy Kerschner: author, universe contemplator, realist, surrealist, Jill-of-all-trades, twitter antics (@writelane)