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Someone Else
Someone picks at her nail polish. Someone keeps checking her phone. Someone complains it’s too hot; someone asks how much…
Late Night Drive Long Time Gone
On the highway at night, every other car is filled with ghosts. (you could be a ghost, too, if you…
Portable Television
That morning Judy brought a television to the bakery, one of those little tube driven units. It must have been…
Another Beatrice
If I could, I would pray, but God has no use for a girl like me. “Non mi tange.” During…
The Trouble with Dating
He left his scent behind. It melted into pillows, sheets, and shirts crumpled onto the floor. It even soaked into…
Varying Degrees of Dead
The Lifeline operator refuses to take my call when she realises I’m already dead. I tell her my name, and…
When The Birds Go Quiet
When the birds go quiet, the girls stop walking. The air around them is glassy and pale, like a glass…
Fractured Lit Flash Fiction OPEN Longlist
51 stories made it to your longlist for this contest! Thank you all for trusting us with your writing! We’ll…
Hometown Johnnies
It was the night Johnny came back to town, one of those pent-up summer nights when the sky trembled heavy…
Late Lunch; Early Dinner
We’re having a late lunch, five women, widows now, who have been meeting once a month for forty years. “Dress-up…
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