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My Sister – ‘My Flash Story’ contest– tenth place - story
Hilary Sigismondi
I peered out the passenger seat window of my mother’s car. She shifted from second to third gear. “You want to be committed; I’ll commit you!” she spewed while the car lurched forward. My sister…
Invisible – ‘My Flash Story’ contest- ninth place - story
Jeannean Walker
Running, through the vines and tree roots, encircling my legs, pulling me back to the Napalm Apocalypse. I hear the blades of the Huey just in the clearing ready to pick me up, I can’t…
Evel Knievel – ‘My Flash Story’ contest- eight place - story
Maribeth Mundell
Hot July, the taint of creosote. My brother sniffled, wiped his nose with the back of a dirty hand, leaving a brown smudge. Converse sneakers shifted, dragged. “Well? Go ‘head.” “Just a sec.” Steven Santilli’s…
Medusa Wore Red or Testing the Waters – ‘My Flash Story’ contest- seventh place - story
Stephanie Lewis
“This song’s about you.” He leaned against the slick mahogany bar, watching a jazz trio perform Lady in Red. She glided past him and stood a few feet away, so as not to appear that…
Fallen God – ‘My Flash Story’ contest- sixth place - story
Madison Siwak
In another world, Icarus ignored the sun. He soared through the air and relished in the ecstasy of flight. His arms were wings and he was the most glorious of birds. The sun became nothing…
Red Curry – ‘My Flash Story’ contest- fifth place - story
Anitha Padanattil
Mr. and Mrs. Soundaryam ran Athithi Devo Bhava — a small joint in the city of Chennai. People from all walks of life crowded around the stall and business was quick, often rushed, with hardly…
Soap and Water – ‘My Flash Story’ contest- fourth place - story
Sonrisa Holmes
I wait, listening for your footfalls, heavy, weary from your work. The sun will rise soon. I have readied the water; warm for your bath, cold for your clothing. The latch clicks, then the floorboards…
Dogs Know Those Who Dig Graves -‘My Flash Story’ contest–third place - story
Sharon Roznik
That autumn we knocked down the old barn foundation I asked the man with the backhoe to dig a grave in the center of a huge patch of tiger lilies. This was in case Annie…
The Lonely Magpie – ‘My Flash Story’ contest–first place - story
Alan S. Falkingham
I watched his face, nutmeg brown from the sun and criss-crossed like alpaca tracks, grow paler by the day, a yellow hue to his beautiful eyes that the doctor said was because his liver was…
