Spotting by Santino Prinzi
It’s him. He’s lifting weights, wearing that red football shirt he always wore. It can’t be the same shirt he used to wear to school under his sweater, but it’s fun to…
It’s him. He’s lifting weights, wearing that red football shirt he always wore. It can’t be the same shirt he used to wear to school under his sweater, but it’s fun to…
House shivers when Witch Malina kick-slams the scullery door behind her. In her cloak, she hauls a copious harvest of swamp nightshade, snakeroot, and wolfbane, which she dumps into the boiling cauldron.…
When you get to be a woman of a certain age you become invisible, so it really doesn’t matter what you eat. So I can eat what I like. I could eat…
So, you’ll go to the Benefits Office this afternoon? I ask and he says Yeah. I’ve said I’ll go, haven’t I? After I’ve been to the surgery. You know I need cream…
There are one hundred and fifty students in the room, seven to a body. Unsure where and how to stand, they keep a cautious distance. In time, they will cleave to their…
The BART train was empty when it wheezed to a stop and the doors slid open. Gina had never been in a completely empty car before. The air smelled stale, and the…
‘Tell me why you’re here’ said the doctor, from behind half moon spectacles and a jackdaw fringe. Tabitha shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She didn’t know how to answer and her only…
Granny dropped dead in our kitchen when I was thirteen and Mother buried her in the back garden. In the sunny spot where they both liked to sit, Mother always with her…
[TW: This flash deals with an emotive topic.] Jet-lagged and dirty, he races, breathless, down the hospital corridor, skidding to a stop outside the delivery room. Then he melts against the door…
‘You stand there, Dad,’ Adam said, pointing to a spot near where the goalposts had been. ‘I’ll cross it in.’ Max scouted around the penalty area, trying to avoid the dog poo.…
“What about you, do you have kids?” we’re asked, but what they mean is “How many?” and their faces fold like fists when we tell them. “Have you thought about adoption?” sometimes…
The boys on the football team call each other foul names and compete to impress the cool girls, who gaze on them with pious faces. I am not a cool girl, so…