Did he think about telling me that summer, when there was nothing but us and the truck and the highway for miles? Maybe not, didn't want to ruin it all.
A Case for “the surreal and the strange”: Interview with Anna Vangala Jones, Sudden Fiction Guest Judge and Author of Turmeric & Sugar
When I picture a flash fiction story done well, a story that's getting so much across in this tiny space, I imagine a little snow globe or something that's bursting with how much is going on inside it.
How To Make Good Stock
You keep the bones. I learned this as a girl, cleaning after a chicken dinner.
Homecoming
I was just taking some time off, I told myself. From college. But more and more it felt like from life.
Bless Me Father
The little bird’s so still, just looking up at me with those robin eyes, just staring like it sees what’s deep inside me, like it’s stunned by the horror of it. I think that’s when I begin to understand: sin’s damn personal.
Solstice
The baby is so small, lying there on the changing table. If she fell she would surely break, maybe die. The woman repeats this: I cannot let you die, baby. I cannot let you die.
A Flash of Lightning and Heartbreak: Interview with Ashley Hutson, Sudden Fiction Guest Judge & Author of One’s Company
I feel like when you write flash, you're giving something to the reader, like an electric shock.
Marion
From a young age, Marion understood that seeing is believing. She showed off so that people would believe in her.
My Grandpa Helps Me Pick Socks to Wear to His One Year Mass
"What about these purple argyles? I bought them the day you died. I was sent out to find black socks for you to wear in the casket," I told him, frowning at a hole in one of the toes.
The Thirteenth Month
For all intents and purposes, let’s set the record clear that I wasn’t intentionally trying to break anyone’s heart.
