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Category Archives: Flash Fiction
A Song for the Gallery (346)
A Song for the Gallery The gallery stood nearly empty when we arrived, warm air welcoming us in from the night. The owners were up at the front, waiting to greet arrivals like ourselves, and near the back, we could … Continue reading
Everybody Hates a Weatherman (318)
The desert hates the rain. In the desert, there are no gentle, soft rainy afternoons, where nothing suits better than sitting in the window and reading and watching the blessing of the clouds. The desert conspires to make the constantly … Continue reading
This Is Only A Test (117)
This is a test. This station is conducting a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. This is only a test. If this were a real emergency, such as an invasion fleet of aliens, the Attention Signal you just heard would … Continue reading
Holding the Pattern (456)
In a small room, she stood at the center of a pattern of cards, a swirl of symbols and faces pooling out around her. She spun slowly, looking at each one, and holding the pattern in her mind. Somewhere in … Continue reading
Tea Time (63)
Everything goes down better with a spot of tea. A bad day at work, stubbing your toe in the dark, getting thrown in jail by uniformed thugs. I mean, it’s bad enough the fellow had emptied his safe this afternoon … Continue reading
Time (498)
“Time.” “The time is seven fourty-three and twenty-six seconds. Precisely sixty-two seconds after you last asked.” “Good.” She shifted the weight on her feet slightly, back to front, front to back. That was the thing that got to her – … Continue reading