Flash Fiction Magazine

Apples

April 1, 2014 3 Comments

By Myron Lysenko

On my way home from a day trying to teach grammar to Year Nine boys, I stopped at the market. My wife had told me to buy apples which were ready to eat now; not the kind that sat around for days. That’s what happened last time. So I picked up each apple, looked it over, and pressed it between my thumb and forefinger to see that it was ripe. They were Golden Delicious, my wife’s favourite. Last month I bought Granny Smiths by mistake. She hates them, because of the name rather than the taste. “I’m not a granny yet,” she yelled. She hasn’t been the same since I took her boxer for a walk without a leash and it got run over by an ambulance.
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Living for the Moment

March 31, 2014 3 Comments

By Brian Anderson

He liked the way she moved.
There was a fluidity to her as she crossed the bedroom. He enjoyed the sway of her hips as she eased onto the stool at her dressing table. Her body shifted beneath the silk confines of her negligee. It was an undertow. A flux charged with energy. He felt as if the air between them was alive with the power of her beauty and his desire for her. [Read more…] about Living for the Moment

Chocolate Is Good For You

March 28, 2014 1 Comment

By Ian Luke

Chocolate is good for you, right? In Evie’s eyes, if a little was good, a lot was fantastic. She not only ate a lot, she looked like she ate a lot. So much, she struggled to get around the house.

Personally, I thought fishing was good for you. The open air, smell of the sea, peace and quiet. Really, what could be better? And if a little was good, a lot was better.
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A Day in the Life

March 27, 2014 2 Comments

By Tegon Maus

It all began in the electrical isle at the Home Depot. I was buying the material to change out an electrical service. A key component to this task is a weather mast… a ten foot long, forty pound steel pipe.
This was the trigger to my situation.
As I pushed my cart down the aisle I couldn’t help but notice an attractive young woman watching me. Dressed in black slacks with a pale blue, floral top, covered with a bright orange Home Depot apron she appeared to be 23 or 24. She leaned against shelves and smiled softly in my direction.
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Oscar Wilde in Hollywood

March 26, 2014 Leave a Comment

By Hannah Shilling

“Ramón Novarro is a pouting business who has the sole talent of appearing in the movies, and now that I too am in the movies I am thrown into professional — I could call it — contact with Señor Novarro, every day, on your sets, which are a babble of workmen and other boors, so why, my question is to you, Mr Watling, why did you decide on this purgatory for me?”
Mr Watling shifts in his chair, wondering whether to make a start… but there’s more.
“And did you notice, Mr Watling, that at all times I have used the Americanism movie, so that all is now dreamy between us, but why should I have to put up with this Mexican who makes everybody’s life a misery? Why, Mr Watling?”
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Hell Found Me

March 25, 2014 Leave a Comment

By Lidia Adaman-Tremblay

Yes, hell found me the day I chanced to see you. Do you remember that day? I remember it like it happened yesterday. The day is forever etched in my mind in brilliant colours, as though some mad artist simply upturned his buckets and bottles and tubes of paint in careful and orderly chaos, just reckless enough to smudge the edges of reality.
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