Tag Archives: flash fiction
Lindsey Hates Group
The ring of people seated in folding chairs is a familiar enough scene, evoking not collaboration and group comfort but instead a sense of both persecution and loathing. Lindsey hates Group. The dull-eyed men and women sitting in the chairs … Continue reading
Playing
She’s playing and she sways and rocks and coaxes music from the living, breathing animal that sings in her lap, her dark eyes lifting to focus on his face, a brilliant smile curving her lips. It’s always been a key … Continue reading
After The News
She had run, sick with grief, all the way home. The announcement had come without regard to the news cycle; she wasn’t ready for something like this. A hundred thousand thoughts and feelings ran through her. Anger like fire. Misery … Continue reading
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things
They don’t all die. In an infinite universe, an infinite number of them die, but an infinite number, just as well, live. This one never had a chance at a fancy School for the Gifted, nor was she picked up … Continue reading
Last Night
Bela woke up one morning with a pain in his left eye. He remembered why when he got into the bathroom, and saw the black circle around it. With a sigh, he popped some Advil, and got some ice. After … Continue reading