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Pigeon, Goodnight

The boy was small for his age. His sister, who was not small, called him Pigeon. She was ten years older, and his parents said she was going through a phase. At night she would reach down to his trundle bed and hold his hand. Or she wouldn’t, and he would wait for her to […]

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M&M

Truth be told, there might honestly’ve been just a solitary other instance where I decidedly got one up on the Dickhead. Had to’ve been among the last times I was home before, you know, the end. I’d finished up school in the spring and found work at a Nu-2-U downstate, spending my days shuffling Playstations […]

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Bike

When he left that morning, it was the first morning in a while that she hadn’t thought he’s gonna turn that bike over today. She would say godammit eddie what’s gonna happen what’s gonna happen when you turn that bike over. Then it’ll read on my gravestone that I turned that bike over. It was […]

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To Be Horst

The man stood in the cafe’s doorway staring openly and with no expectation of recompense at a girl who sat three paces away from him. His monochrome, leonine face, bracketed between curly hair and beard of that shade called red only because it is not what is usually called brown, was covered so contiguously with […]

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What I Understand Now

Molly was twenty-four when she woke up one morning, discovered she was already dead, and shortly thereafter asked me to bury her alive. Our paths had diverged after Ole Miss: she got a house and a husband amongst the ancestral oaks of Oxford, while I jetted off to San Francisco for a job in tech. […]

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Ice Cream and English Summers

Six months pregnant, and I should have been happy. Six words to fire me, and I should have been angry. Instead, I drifted in a fugue. Spring faded, summer swelled, and our lives were falling apart. “I’m hungry,” you said. “I’m hot,” I answered. So we went for ice cream. June heat, dirty pavements, crowded […]

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James Brown Is Alive And Doing Laundry In South Lake Tahoe

From the editors: Over the past ten and a half years with Flash Fiction Online, we’ve seen hundreds of great stories. But for every editor, there are those few that keep coming back, that are never forgotten, whose titles pop up every time someone asks for your favorites. Stefanie Freele’s “James Brown Is Alive and […]

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Hungry

From the editors: I’m not generally a fan of stories from a child’s POVs. I find a lot of stories with young narrators take the tack of making the prose almost overly simplistic (short sentences, and simple words), in order perhaps to make it clear this is a child speaking. For me, the best stories […]

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The Ghost In Angelica’s Room

Dad still comes into my room at night, even though he’s dead. I don’t know why he bothers, but he does. First time it happened, I thought I imagined him. But I can hear his breathing, can feel the mattress shift when he sits down on my bed next to Winston, who purrs and tucks […]

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Illustration of man and woman kissing by Dario Bijelac

The Hole Where Andy Used to Be

The hole where Andy used to be came downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. I served him a plate of eggs before I remembered the hole never ate. As I took it back to place in the fridge, I felt like a fool. Not much later, I found the hole where Andy used to […]

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