flash fiction
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Facets of the Gemstone in the Pocket of my Raincoat
Everything been going away from me a long time, like a ripple.
The March of Progress / Hair
The boy prince straightens his back and his face as camera flashes illuminate the funeral procession.
Chosen
His wife Bev couldn’t even see the face in the ceiling. He’d asked her that morning.
Not Us, Not Plant or Animal
I am in the front seat. I am always in someone’s front seat.
Dietary Justice
Joel unwrapped the plastic casing around his packet of semi-liquid insect protein, glancing nervously at the guests filling his apartment.
sad boy and his pen / the wall / tape face gets a new book
Sad boy buys a vintage fountain pen on ebay.
Flyboy in therapy
Well I became mixed insect when one night when wellhmmm
swear jar
Me and my brother were dressed exactly the same in the back seat of my mom’s Valiant parked in front of the Ministry.
The End of Twitter
How do I explain to my iPhone that I don’t just want to close the screen displaying Twitter, I want to turn off the program altogether?
The Awkward Moment
The Gestapo master gets carelessly on the second level train.