Flash Fiction Magazine

By Mike Mellish

Jordy moved like a man whose body had tolerated an eternity, although he was only in his early thirties. He pushed his cart and cleaning supplies with a heavy-footed finality through the same hallways each night, his red-lettered TOP SECRET badge slapping softly against the concavity of his skinny chest. He was the only person in Annex B, Annex B-32, and the South Offices between midnight and 6 a.m. His job was to spend six hours a night, seven days per week cleaning these spaces, but these spaces were ghost towns, so the point was very moot.

[Read more…] about The Ghost Poop

By Eric Persaud

The sweat drips from my forehead into my eyes, but I can’t close them, no matter the sting. If I close them, I won’t know when to run.

A figure, perhaps a man, creeps in the background as I hide behind the leather chair that creeks with the slightest movement. So, I remain still.

And quiet.

[Read more…] about Snatched Away

By Bill Adler

“Mr. President, there’s a high probability of a terrorist attack in the United States today.” The national security advisor’s voice resonated sharply, even at 3:35 AM.

The president glanced at his soundly sleeping wife, oblivious to the phone call and the urgent crisis that loomed over America. He hoped she was continuing his dream of the two of them sunning on the deck of a yacht somewhere in the Caribbean.

[Read more…] about The Kitty Litter Scenario

By Paul Thorpe

“You don’t look like a demon,” I said. Because she didn’t. She looked vaguely familiar. Like a girlfriend of an acquaintance, or one of my wife’s social media circles. I had a vague feeling I was being punked in some obscure way.

“What in Hell do you know about what demons look like?“ she asked in response, with a flash of anger that gave me pause.

“Well, you know,” I scratched my head, “all fire and scales and stuff. Not like, well, this.” I waved my hands in her general direction.

[Read more…] about Your Guardian Demon Appears Over Coffee

By Edwina Shaw

A possum clomped on the roof like a workman in boots. Fiona lay on top of her sheets under the fan, listening and sweating. At seven months pregnant she was hotter than ever. She felt like she was wearing scratchy woolen bed socks like her Gran used to knit, except she couldn’t take them off. A Braxton Hicks contraction tightened her belly and she rubbed away the soreness as she lifted her phone again, blue light making her squint in the dark. She was afraid. She’d read every comment on the Facebook pages and chatrooms for women who were pregnant again after losing a child. Her baby hadn’t moved all night.

[Read more…] about Possum Magic

By Arthur Davis

“No, you can’t go out there,” I said, reaching out and wrapping my arm around her naked waist. “It’s not safe.”

“Out there? Where?”

“It’s not safe. There are dangers lurking everywhere. I can’t guarantee your safety and I’m certain there’s a cold front moving in. We could be hit with a massive snowfall any minute and you’re going to need all your strength to get through it.”

[Read more…] about Getting Out of Bed