Flash Fiction

Pink Orange Red by Sonia Hope

Because she’d said, be there, and the boys are new to this, they turn up early and stand on the corner, waiting. Expecting a late summer night, they are dressed in jeans, t-shirts, and near-identical Trimm Trab trainers. They weren’t to know that August would be turning itself inside- out, blowing and drizzling its way …

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The Stuff of Stars by Kim Steutermann Rogers

Your mom is the sun to your moon, all the more so the Christmas your parents give you a Celestron FirstScope with a 76 mm reflector optical tube. Mom explains how CHNOPS—carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus, and sulfur—are the building blocks of stars and life. “Including humans, baby girl,” she says. You name your telescope …

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Ashes to Ashes by Abi Hennig

[TW: Suicide reference.] It arrived in a big black box. Thinking back, she wishes she had left it there, closed her ears to the whispers, shut the door on the ghostly garment. Left it well alone. There was no note, no card, just the plain black box adorned with a thick gold ribbon, sitting on …

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Where the Heart is by Emma McEvoy

Standing by the window, she stares out at the dark country lane. Electric blue lights pulse through the night. The young policeman was back, despite her rudeness to him earlier. ‘We need to evacuate you now, ma’am,’ he’d said, standing at her front door.  ‘We’ve been advised that the river will breach its banks imminently.’ …

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It’s Only A Cell if You Call it One, And We Never Did  by Gaynor Jones

I chain you first in our womb, sink my teeth flesh-deep and tear off a piece. Skin and tissue trail from my mouth to your bloodied arm and I listen to you crying in the darkness until you finally hear me, finally stop, finally curl up close. We aren’t twins, not in the usual sense, …

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Cold Heart by Rebecca Field

It’s been five and a half hours and the hospital still hasn’t called. They said it might take six, or more. Trevor was second on the list, but he might get bumped by an emergency. Snow falls in sticky, wet clumps that drift like feathers shaken from the sky. The flakes alight on the edges …

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