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Tag: flash fiction

  • Of The Last Sunset

    I keep wanting to use the pen, even when it seems like a pencil is the best medium. With a pencil, I can erase everything and start all over again without any trace, so long as I write with the lightest hand. “But what’s the point?” I ask. “My hands are small but they are…

  • The Poinsettia

    An abandoned house in 34th Avenue welcomes all who pass it with a ‘FOR SALE’ sign. The sign is huge, no one can miss it: black cardboard in mint condition with fresh white latex paint. The house has been for sale for nineteen years now. It is a lovely bungalow that no one would assume…

  • Metropolitan Apparition

    Metropolitan Apparition

    A pair of bluish translucent glass carefully moves sideways towards opposite ends to uncover a dilly-dallying of unknowns. A car stops abruptly in front and a rushing lady with a phone to her ear takes several steps forward. She crosses to an island right smack in the middle of the bustling cityscape that doesn’t quite…