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  • For Mommy, who is always crying

    For Mommy, who is always crying

    For Mommy, who is always crying 2018 Flash Fiction Contest, Second Place by Francine White in her bedroom like a secret, only we can hear it through the door. My big brother, Lou, took off with Ernesto, the boy with the neck tattoo of skull and bones, who picks up my brother in his Cadillac…

  • Breaths

    Breaths

    Breaths 2018 Flash Fiction Contest Winner by Leslie Doyle 1. “Hold your breath.” She was shocked by the cold when her head went under. She hadn’t felt it when they waded in, even when they got waist deep and the water crept up to her stomach, but the moment the leader held her shoulder in…

  • Cold Moon

    Cold Moon

    Cold Moon by Kathryn Merwin If you had your way, we would speak through the spirit board. I bury the planchette under my pillow.

  • Shouldn’t Have

    Shouldn’t Have

    Shouldn’t Have by Samantha Kolesnik Aunt Marty’s new apartment is smaller than the one she had up in the city, the one that gathered dust and spiders in all the unused places. My aunt perches on her cheap wicker couch and surveys the small space.

  • The Death of Sargon the Gardener

    The Death of Sargon the Gardener

    The Death of Sargon the Gardener by Reilly Cox

  • Sargon Goes Westward

    Sargon Goes Westward

    Sargon Goes Westward by Reilley Cox It is unclear if the cactus were in bloom,

  • Sargon Names All the Tomatoes in Existence

    Sargon Names All the Tomatoes in Existence

    Sargon Names All the Tomatoes in Existence by Reilly Cox

  • The Day of His Death

    The Day of His Death

    The Day of His Death by Todd Copeland He desired the sky to be overcast when that day finally came, a light gray from horizon to horizon

  • How bodily they made Diana

    How bodily they made Diana

    “How bodily they made Diana” by Katherine Kim How bodily they made Diana on the altar I left my price bone, tooth, fin, stone

  • Eddas in the Kitchen

    Eddas in the Kitchen

    “Eddas in the Kitchen” by Marion Deal Sing the lays of old slip an edda or two beneath the tongue to dissolve (the body of seared hero)