Splonk has nominated the following flash stories, from Issue 2, Jan. 2020 and Issue 3, June 2020, for the Best of the Net anthology: Matt…
From the chair you ask, ‘Any dreams?’ A beach. In Durban-but-not-Durban. More Aegean than Indian Ocean. Rocks glow indigo under water lucid as Bombay Sapphire.…
Red cloak, blue fruit bruised and sweating, and the forest, washed amber but growing colder, full of snarls and a stream’s sighing and ghosts stirring…
I’d been pretending, these last few days, that you’d run away to your sister’s again, and when I saw you drifting through our home it…
Childhood afternoons we lay on the hillside, staring up at the shifting white cottonpuff clouds of summer, pretending our eyes held magic and we were…
We were greedy in that city; we were voracious. We wanted so many stars – more than the lofty heavens could provide – so we…
Katrina’s dad borrowed a bowler hat for her frae his pal. But ma dad doesnae ken people like that. Mum said no’ to worry and…
For fifteen married years, she berated him with logic and reason in a Holy Roman Catholic vocabulary about the afterlife and divine trinity. When he…
You shut the door almost but not quite. Every latch’s lifecycle is limited, a tally attached to tasks. Hardware wears out or breaks. Numbers define…
With a sudden gust, the hat blew off his head and sped on its brim away down the beach. The painter watched it go, brush…