Tag: PEN Flash Series
Your hands swiped gently up at the sky as you named the constellations, each syllable a puff of white smoke into the cold. I could already see the faces our children would have.
No one knew they’d have to cut off their tongues to keep those little machines of fire going.
You have to get down on your knees and sniff too. Do it right and they understand you are one of them.
She said this was for my own good—if I was kept in the dark, I would never be afraid of it.
Already, his face was remote, fleeing her.
He leaned back into his driver’s seat, closed his eyes, and waited to feel something for the dead man.
Some people like ideas, others like motion, some like one woman, others roam.
His father taught him to crave brown liquor.
Flash Fiction: If he feels pushed, he will turn into a bull, a storm.
Flash Fiction: Dossier No. X recovered from Interrogation Cell B of Sala-XX
Flash Fiction: The gun empties. He returns.
Flash Fiction: Her husband wants to know what she had in common with the Turkish sailor.