Tag: Guernica/PEN Flash Series
Natalie Diaz: The Quantum Theory of Suffering or Why I Look at the MoonJanuary 2015
Flash Fiction: Do you really think the moon only exists when you are looking at it?
Elisabeth Frost: Mother and DaughterDecember 2014
Flash Fiction: The daughter, the one they think they made all by themselves, holds the hand, and holds also the head, unwise and old and greedy.
Amanda Michalopoulou: Deer in the WoodsNovember 2014
Flash Fiction: What, for you, is the clearest image of happiness?
Payam Feili: Walking on WaterSeptember 2014
Flash Fiction: My mother is the goddess of the seas. My fetus still floats in her womb.
Xiaolu Guo: I Am ChinaAugust 2014
Flash Fiction: Now, dearest Queen, let me be direct—why I’m writing to you? I need your help in this country.
Chelsea Biondolillo: Raccoon, Pronghorn, Mule Deer, Ring-necked Pheasant, FoxJuly 2014
Flash: The twisted leg, the handful of feathers.
Sally Wen Mao: XianningJuly 2014
Flash Fiction: Then she drew his legs. She skipped the body because that moment she forgot that men had bodies – chests, torsos, bellies and all.
Lina M. Ferreira: PracticeJune 2014
Flash Fiction: I turn to see the man raising the stick and swinging it hard against the boy’s hip.
Rachel Yoder: Fart MartJune 2014
Flash Fiction: I dream of fat cats wearing sweatbands trying to get in shape on treadmills.
Abeer Hoque: Dagger and ShieldMay 2014
It’s that look he loves even though he knows she isn’t really seeing him. He’s part of the landscape, inside her inner eye.
Kaitlyn Greenidge: Axe WoundApril 2014
He wanted words to mean one thing. His cheeks burned. He knew this was a stupid wish.
Mieke Eerkens: View On An AccidentMarch 2014
When I came to the window, his motorcycle was lying on its side hemorrhaging gasoline and oil.
Mira Jacob: Everybody Is Looking for Somebody Like YouMarch 2014
It didn’t matter if they strolled from his periphery or sprinted up from behind. He felt them coming like a warm wind.
Eric Boyd: The Chains That KeepFebruary 2014
Behind him’s two bags on the curb. He needs the ride; I cut him a break.
Sung J. Woo: 1950February 2014
What kind of a war was this, anyway? All we did was move from our house to a stranger’s house, then one after another.