Flash Fiction

Sandra

There’s a middle-aged woman in a worn-out lawn chair sitting in front of Sandra’s apartment. She’s looking at the garden – her garden, Sandra told me once – and because it’s late summer, the flowers have already fully bloomed and are staring back at her in all their colorful splendor. I’ve seen this woman many […]

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Floraphile

Chrsyanthemum; the pointy heart leafleted bills of a chrysanthemum stack neatly upon themselves forming the long flowing tower of an asymmetrical cloud. Increasingly protruding out in uniform coloration, the white tips leaning, form a concentration. Departing from the center the outermost petals stretch far, sitting tired after pulling for so long. So when he lays […]

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Maps

The boy sitting across from you on the train has green hair—not like the lime peel you once had to eat on a dare (and immediately spit out), but the color of four-leaved shamrocks people spend their years looking through fields for. He has big eyes, he has ears that stick out, he has black […]

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Patchwork

She pulled out the drawer, allowing the sweet aroma of the dust pins to reach her nose. The metal, the dried glue, the clay, the lamination, ink, paper, all sorts of pins stuffed into the top drawer of her dresser, towering almost six feet in height, including the mirror, of course. Tabitha, for that was […]

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