Our editor Nuala O’Connor is taking part in a number of events at the third annual Flash Fiction Festival in Bristol, England, this weekend. Our…
Happy International Flash Fiction Day! We will be tweeting the stories from Issue one all day today. We’re so proud of this issue – any…
Father said it was Mother’s job. Mother went to get. We waited undertable. Mother came with tools, and Father stood as Mother worked. We could…
The lake was calmest at night. The days’ riotous winds slowed to soft breaths that quivered through the weeping willows along the shore, and the…
You are supine on our bed, your eyes closed. Outside our bedroom window the moon cuts sharp shadows as if it is not night at…
Funeral Hill’s fingers tap her spine like a ghost at the window. She shivers. No one touches her now but the maid and the baby,…
Luke bear-hugs the playground, arms flung wide. ‘Really-good-holiday.’ Katie looks up from her phone. ‘That so?’ She nudges her new sunglasses up her nose. He…
The night Mamaw got sick, the rain fell and froze. I heard my father get out of bed and head to the vineyard to try…
On Eid, I wake up to the aroma of sweet seviyan. This hasn’t happened in the last five years. I hug Ammi and ask for some…
She tries to smile but her lips stick to her teeth and all she manages is a gruesome leer. As the tourist aims his phone…