Daily Flash Fiction Stories
By Nakia Cook
Hayden Winslow ignored the constant buzzing of the cell phone in his pocket as he walked along Cascades Falls Trail. Instead, he shifted his pack to dislodge the knobs and metal legs of his tripod that were digging into the flesh of his backside. God, tell me this is worth it.
[Read more…] about The Rookie ProfessionalBy Aaron Murray
Alban McAllister was the first to notice the snow. It was recess, a cold day in that long-ago March when the fat flakes began to fall from the sky.
“Snow!” shouted Alban, and threw himself into the air, swatting at the snowflakes like a cat.
“We should go inside!” Elizabeth said. She was from Florida.
[Read more…] about The Day It Snowed WishesEveryone, where I lived, had seen the old man collect junk from the streets of town. They knew him for his full head of white hair and thin body as he passed down the walk seeking our refuse. In time, they came to recognize his special habits: they mentioned how he carried always the one and the same canvas bag for the paper cups and plastic he picked from the sidewalk. While he became a regular fixture of the street, his purpose in collecting his items remained a mystery. When the people asked, he told them simply and without hesitation, “I’m putting it all together.”
[Read more…] about The Junk ManBy Saul Lemerond
Date: Today
We want to be just like the Tiger, who stands in the middle of the square, so tigery, with big, wide yawns, and whiskers like the dry spaghetti noodles. What does it eat? It says it eats us, but that’s silly. We bring jelly beans, and graham crackers, and toaster strudels. We keep bringing more and more, but the Tiger is always hungry. How did it get here? Magic? Technology?
The Tiger is magic. His fur sparkles like orange sherbet plopped in soda-pop, and he smiles like we smile when we see babies.
[Read more…] about The Size of a BackyardBy Liz Hufford
When the words began to leave, scattershot, like a party breaking up, Connie resisted. Soon her house fluttered with yellow Post-Its in her own writing—chair, table, sofa. But some words resisted placement—loyalty, trust, beauty. These deserved the ceiling, she thought, retrieving the ladder from the garage.
Her daughter dropped in, one of those surprise visits that were becoming more frequent. “Mom, what are you doing? Here, let me help you down.”
[Read more…] about In Other WordsImagine that—I filled the whole darn parking lot. Well, my memorial service-party-gig did. That guy, he’s just here for the beer. I point over the heads of the crowd. But of course, no one can hear me, so I shut up. Henry over there. Ha-ha, I owe him for last week’s poker game.
My ex-wife looks like somebody carved her face from a rock. Why did she even come? Then my girlfriend drifts into view. She is wearing that sexy green dress, the one my daughters told me they don’t like. A woman should dress her age, they said. My darlin’ girls get along with her okay. They’ll have to, to sort out my stuff.
[Read more…] about No Body