The boy is taken with the forest, the musk of wet bark – bold, consuming, and the sunlight, gold mist stealing through the canopy. When the forest breaks day with its many songs, its chirps, and croaks, it calls to him, like music longing to be heard. Over the roots and through the low-hanging branches, […]
“One day the fog will come and Mrs. Gamp will arrive.”“When will that be?”Kenzie looks down at the little boy. He still wears a diaper though he is near the age of five. Other than a dirty white shirt with an odd yellow character from some cartoon, he wears nothing else. A smudge of mustard […]
“Why the hell would I want to become a car?” I flicked the pamphlet at my son’s face, but it fluttered down to the bleach-white sheet, against the metal bed rail.Carlos said peaceably, “You hate this nursing home.”“Brain in a box isn’t my idea of leaving.” I scoffed, or tried to, and a cough yanked […]
Every now and again, Flash Fiction Online publishes a reprint issue. Personally, it’s one of my favorite annual issues for multiple reasons. Primarily, the reprint issues allows the FFO staff to look into our archives and republish some of our favorite stories. We really do love these stories and there’s a sense of joy in […]
MONDAY, APRIL 10 The first stop on Selma’s route was equidistant between the mall and the cemetery. Zoning was weird out here. People of shapes she’d never seen streamed down the sidewalk, all in black suits or black dresses. One broke from the crowd and boarded Selma’s bus. The woman climbed up to her and […]