“Pray for Us Sinners” by Breanne Mc Ivor
My son saw women peel their skin from their bones and burn their bodies out like cane fire before bed . . .
Tag: flash fiction
“Puccini’s Baseball” by Harol Marshall
Sal Puccini cruised down Main Street past the Baseball Hall of Fame and a lifetime of bad memories. Thirty years and nothing had changed—same small-town redbrick buildings, same sheen on the lake, same irritating kid brother . . .
“We Are Not Descended From Fearful Men” by Angele Sionna
“We are not descended from fearful men,” the box filled with wires and lights says to her as she sits, waiting, on the anniversary. She stares into its eyes. This is the sign . . .
“Naga” by Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming
Naga raced across the floor. She knew if she crawled, the pebbles would dig into her skin and make her sore. She made for the nearest pole and climbed to the highest rafter, where she curled up and watched the man on the crocus-sack mattress, grunting and writhing . . .
“The Boss” by Paula Lennon
Everybody has a right to life apparently. I disagree. Some people deserve to die. People like him . . .
“Bored in Brementown” by Vashti Anderson
Brown and mustard. I stared at the painted mushrooms on the wall, the same way I did every day. In the eighties, Brementown was living in seventies colors. Brown and mustard . . .
“Lobo” by Richard Georges
Gus sipped lemongrass tea from a foam cup. It was still dark. His secondhand truck idled outside the market as four men clambered into its tray. This was where he picked up workers for the day—mostly men who came to the island at night in quiet boats. The men clutched grease-stained paper bags and chattered loudly between bites of johnnycakes and various patties. Four men got into the truck’s tray. Gus was expecting five . . .
“JR and His Shadow” by Kimisha Thompson-Hitchins
While walking to the playground one afternoon, JR practiced his road safety by stopping at every stop sign he saw. He would chime, “Red says stop,” while he looked left, then right, and a second continue, “Green means go.” And so JR went through the neighborhood obeying the stop signs and exploring each drain . . .