“Lily’s Last Libation” by Curtis L. Todd
The evening sun appeared to rush toward the horizon much sooner than it had yesterday . . .
Tag: flash fiction
“Mommy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Really Crappy Day” by Vicki Severn
I woke up at 1:00 a.m., when Jimmy had a bad dream, and at 3:45, when Sarah peed in her bed, and when my alarm went off at seven I got up and stepped on a lego and by mistake Jimmy got toothpaste on my last clean pair of pants, and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, really crappy day . . .
“Onryō” by Kevin Jared Hosein
Ash Wednesday. The day after Carnival—the farewell to flesh, the not-so-greatest show on Earth . . .
“On Clearwater Lake Road” by Jenny Burman
On Clearwater Lake Road, there’s a fork. To get to Gerson’s U-Pick-It, you turn right. But I got turned around in my head and drove left . . .
“Surviving” by Brendan J. O’Brien
Moments after another Bears turnover, Ben comes wobbling down the hall wearing his mother’s fuchsia stilettos . . .
“Murder for Beginners” by Kathleen McElligott
The red brick bungalow on the South Side of Chicago was exactly as I remembered: blue-and-white tile in the kitchen, white metal cabinets, gray-and-pink ceramic in the bathroom . . .
“A Drover’s Birthday” by Benjamin L. Clark
Cattle used to walk to market. After roundup, we’d trail them to a railhead, get them sold, loaded on trains, and shipped back east. Coming out on the train with the cattle was for young hands, the ones Boss could trust. So much has changed. We loaded onto diesel trucks this year and chauffeured cattle to market . . .
“Tamarind Mouth Comes Home” by Portia Subran
The rain stops now and I shake my head to fling the last drop off my big straw hat. It have a freezing trickle of water running down my arm, a silver ball escaping down to the tip of my finger. Forest rain does be like that: cold in the humidity, shining like hell when the light touch it . . .