Coffee

By John Mark Goforth

I’m sitting on my bed right now with my laptop resting on top of two stacked pillows. I have a large red blanket wrapped around my shoulders and a big cup of coffee between my crossed legs. It’s three o’clock in the afternoon and I am on my fifth cup of the day. That’s not that bad right? I’m starting to think I am pretty pathetic. In fact now that I look around my room I realize I am pathetic. Continue reading

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Last Wish

By Shawn Yager

The shadow of the gallows, along with the shadows of the bars on the window, moved across his back as he ate. The sun that cast those shadows gave off no heat today. His last wish was to eat next to a window in the library. He requested roast beef, mashed potato, green
beans, gravy, butter, and water to drink; a simplified version of what he had eaten every Sunday as a child. A meal cooked with a different intent, in a different context.
He sat in the prison library, next to a window which looked out into the courtyard, where the gallows was, and where the prisoners recreated. A motionless guard, the gallows looked down on the prisoners as they played baseball and lifted weights and smoked contraband cigarettes. A guard in symbol only; inmates hadn’t been
hanged here in years. Continue reading

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The Flash Fiction Magazine Interview: Miles White Talks to Miles White

v3_cover_optMiles White is the author of the flash fiction collections Jesus Loves You but Not Today, Download the Moon, and Zen Pussy Riot, the first three books in his Canvas Sextet. He was interviewed by Miles White, a former writer for USA Today and author of “From Jim Crow to Jay-Z: Race, Rap and the Performance of Masculinity.” They talked by telephone.

Miles: Thank you for talking with me today.

White: Well, it’s a little difficult to get away from you. What would you like to know?

Miles: I wonder if you can tell us exactly what the Canvas Sextet is supposed to be?

White: Sure. It’s a collection of three-minute flash fiction. I write only what I can fit onto a single sheet of paper. That works out to about an 800-word story or a three-minute read. I plan to write 300 stories in two years and publish them in books of 50 stories each. That’s enough for 600 book pages, so that’s a significant body of work. With Zen Pussy Riot, I’m halfway there.
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Coffee with a Friend

By Tony Lindsay

It was Andrew’s third time bringing her coffee, and Christine’s third time accepting with a smile. It was merely coffee but it felt like more, and she enjoyed feeling the more. Office romances lead to discharges at her company. Her favorite supervisor, Mel, told a woman she looked good enough to eat, and security walked him out twenty minutes later. The men in the office barely said good morning to women, so Andrew bringing her coffee was a little rule-breaking exciting and a little sneaky.
It started when she and Julie were sitting in the break room discussing the horrible office coffee service. She told Julie she would kiss the service guy if he brought some Colombian roasted bean coffee with real hazelnut syrup, cubed sugar, and fresh cream. Julie said she would do a little more than kiss him; they laughed and left. Christine noticed Andrew in the break room but did not think much of it until the next morning.
Tuesday, he walked into her cubicle with a large Colombian roasted bean coffee, three packets of cream, and a small box of cubed sugar. Continue reading

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A Short Life

By Artemis J Jones

When Bob walked into the gun store, he had no idea of what he was doing. He had never owed a gun, only shot a BB gun when he was a kid, and was not a very good shot. But he was now 65 years old, he had heard about robberies in the area and started thinking he needed to protect himself. Bob never served in the military and, never did anything with law enforcement. He had been an actuary before retirement. He and his wife of 45 years were living one block off the beach in a small cul-de-sac in sunny tropical Florida. The crime rate for his zip code was less than one in thousand on petty crimes and zero per thousand on homicides. Bob went ahead and bought a gun anyway and, took some lessons for a few weeks, although he was still a lousy shot. Continue reading

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