Category: Flash Fiction

The Lonelies: Flash Fiction

The space between the couch and the wall is tight and dark, and it smells musty even though we cleaned here just this morning. We carefully squeeze into the gap because the lonelies are coming. It’s time to hide. Methodically, we press our knees to our chests; we pull our heads deep into our shoulders. …

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Flash Fiction: Dog Number F

Vera was two days late. After she parked her car in the driveway, she threw the door open and scrambled out to face a small dingy house half-sunk into a balding lawn. A gnarly tree in front of the porch was thickly hung with tiny birdhouses, all of them empty and mossy and time-weathered. A …

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