Love Struck – by Carolyn Ward

I met him in the Nineteenth Hole, a rather sticky bar at the end of the course.  He was a flash of colour in a black and white photograph, and his smile across the fake wood and drippy metal had twisted my heart like a dishrag. Love and golf became who we were, playing every…

Flash fiction collection by Don Tassone

Old Habits For years, the paperboy tossed their newspaper onto their driveway before six. He was always the first one up.  Every morning, he went outside to get the paper for her before he left for work. He no longer takes the paper.  But he still reaches for the door and starts making two cups…

Still in Your Fingertip – by ROB PARRISH

Still in Your Fingertip We are in bed and you start a message on my back. You move your right index finger at a controlled pace. First a T, then H. Next an I. A slow-curling S follows. Your finger drags off my back. I say the word into the bedding. You tap my back…

Wild Dreams – by DON TASSONE

Wild Dreams   His alarm went off precisely at six.  So did his coffee maker and TV. CNN was playing on the flatscreen in his kitchen.  He scanned email and FaceBook as he sipped his coffee and chewed on a breakfast bar.  He had two more friend requests overnight.  He accepted them both. He grabbed…

Other People – by ANTHONY BLOOR

Other People One person’s meadow is another person’s building site. I look at nature; he looks at property values. He sees a hole in the guttering; I see a sparrow’s nest. There came a day when my neighbour popped by to bring me bad news. The local authority wanted to demolish my home and relocate…

The Lifecycle of a Catholic Woman – by PATTI JURINSKI

The Lifecycle of a Catholic Woman   At age nine, Helene chose confession face-to-face with the priest. The musty box frightened her, choked with years and years of other people’s sins.   As a teenager, she appreciated the box’s endless capacity to swallow her ever-increasing transgressions.   As a young woman, she scowled at it,…

Lunch with Maurice – by MICHAEL ZONE

Lunch with Maurice By Michael Zone     I was doing time at the Aqua-Cola warehouse.   My eleventh W2 in my factotum year facing eviction and total starvation.   Maurice, a pudding formed figure with a handlebar mustache, sat across from me during lunch.   A half hour ordeal of me trying to eat…

His Story / My Story – by BRIDGET LANGDON

His Story/My Story “Then how Spalding was in a car accident and his brain was injured and how maybe—probably, definitely, definitively—that’s why he jumped off the Staten Island Bridge, drowning on purpose.” –Eva Hagberg Fisher, “Vital Signs” Under this passage I wrote “can confirm.” But I don’t know this because of my personal brain injury….

A Six Word Story’s Adolescence by Jeffrey H Toney, PhD

A Six Word Story’s Adolescence It was a strange, beautiful birth. From more than a million possibilities, six awkward words somehow found each other to tell the tiniest tale ever told. It could have been providence, it could have sprung from passion’s spark, or it could have been just dumb lazy luck born from a…

Double Trouble – by VOIMA OY

Double Trouble Doubles were supposed to make things easier, weren’t they? The truth is complicated. Jack and Jeri were the perfect couple, but that’s not so surprising. They were compatible even on a molecular level. What is surprising is that they were not happy. They wanted more time together. Jack’s job as a data miner…

Wished – by MICHAEL MORRIS

Wished She came his direction carrying a sandwich wrapped in the paper of the downstairs deli. She held it, he imagined, as Sophia Loren might: elbow bent, hand up near the shoulder, dainty and useless as a handbag. He could feel his throat constricting as he said hello.   She stopped, and regarded him a…

Incident – by VOIMA OY

Incident He is the opposite of me on a molecular level. It’s Friday, and I hoped to avoid him, today. He spots me in the lobby, by the newsstand. “Nice hair, Bailey.” His tone is dripping with irony. I can feel the friction between us. The elevator opens. He gestures for me to get on….