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Autumn when the sycamores turn we find ourselves on Earl Drabble’s field having taken up what armament is to be scavenged along the dirt road.
We were waiting for the mudslide and the night.
Very Short Shorts by Matthew Sharpe!
1979 We sit on the benches and watch the buses unload. Cort, Voss, and me. We’re high school seniors, at long last, and it’s the privilege of seniors to take up these spots in front of the dormitories, checking out the new bodies and faces. Boys with big glasses and bangs in their eyes, girls [...]
At first I thought maybe it was me, some dark cloud of dying that was hanging over my head, but when Shirley and I sat there on the embankment and I tried to convince her of things before the sun went down, she told me that there was never any rhyme or reason for death [...]
In the blue of early morning, hours before the arrival of the Chinese boys, Julia Sampson felt her sleeping husband flush with heat and knew that he would stir. She left his body enough space and stroked his arm and chest. Sometimes this worked to cool him. His head rocked against his pillow and he [...]
They closed down the Hamlet on Sunset last night. That old plush palace, place where Dean Martin drank himself to death on Tuesdays…
An excerpt from Our Secret Life in the Movies, a collaborative work by Michael McGriff and J.M. Tyree featuring paired stories that respond to cinema classics. ggg At the Rest Stop, an Hour South of the State Prison, Interstate 5 After Vagabond by Agnès Varda The woman has the hood of her ’85 Jimmy propped [...]
An excerpt from Our Secret Life in the Movies, a collaborative work by Michael McGriff and J.M. Tyree featuring paired stories that respond to cinema classics. 12D After Harlan County U.S.A. by Barbara Kopple My mom’s boss wore garlic around his neck to ward off vampires. At work, they researched how the mining companies destroyed [...]
An excerpt from Our Secret Life in the Movies, a collaborative work by Michael McGriff and J.M. Tyree featuring paired stories that respond to cinema classics. Tuna After Mon oncle Antoine by Claude Jutra Everyone was frothing at the mouth for Reagan, and I slept comfortably in the arms of his rhetoric, beating my tin [...]
In the backseat the sister, who will one day become a sodden wife occupying the largest house in a college town, hits her younger brother. He reacts without thinking and punches her back: one solid thump on her gingham thigh. Indignation, stronger because it is unjustified, singes the sister’s pale complexion. Although she is in [...]
Julie found it a nice distraction from death to fixate on her engagement ring.
The young nurse, in seafoam green, asks me to rate my pain on a scale from 1 to 10.
Flash Fridays: The dress shrugged, a very Italian shrug, and then, almost causally, one sleeve rose as if to slit the seam in the other.
She called my father at work. “I don’t know if we’re downwind. Are we downwind?”
“Do you have a mask?” she asked.
After nearly six months of living in exile, her impulses have become dangerous and unpredictable. She hasn’t seen him in weeks, but she knows he’s there.
Inspired by the Richard Brautigan story, I Was Trying to Describe You.
The land froze nine months of the year. Any winter dead had to wait until spring to be buried.
A few of us stuff in before the subway doors pinch shut. A man slides his hand down the pole, clearing a place for me to hold.
From Issue 47, Luis Alberto Urrea
From Issue 26, Kevin Moffett
Just as the sun dipped behind the water tower, Lupe and Maria materialized in the street outside their trailer, fully formed, wearing oversized t-shirts and scuffed up plastic kneepads.
The abbé stands beside me whispering prayers and the man from the court asks again if I have anything to say…
A special from-the-archives edition of Flash Fridays, here’s Jamie Quatro’s “Caught Up” from our recent Ecstatic issue… The vision started coming when I was nine. It was always the same: I was alone, standing on the brick patio in front of our house, watching thick clouds above the mountains turn violent shades of red and [...]