Flash Fiction

[ John L. Campbell ] [ Laura Stamps ] [ Margaret Evans ] [ Wayne H. Wolfson ] [ Willie Smith ]

Early Influences
John L. Campbell

As a child with long hair and feminine looks, I sat in dressing rooms and witnessed various shapes and sizes of women as they tried on new garments. My mother kept me on a short leash, not more than a yard from her side; yet, she was oblivious to the sexual thrills a child experiences watching other people undress....

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Swift Hermit
Margaret Evans

His hands were grimy with seasoning and his blue eyes narrowed in concentration on his food.He’d been there for well over two hours, his mind on a woman at a nearby table....

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Angles
Laura Stamps

A sudden breeze ruffled the spiked leaves of a palmetto,
and the sensation of someone's breath tripped along her back.

That's when she started to run.

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Spaces
Hippo Funeral

Wayne H. Wolfson

Her place. The last time, the trip was made longer by the fact that she would only stop to eat or fuck in towns named after saints. Her place. There is the bent tree. Still hidden in the field of Anisette, the scent of fire.....

My Promiscuous Bicentennial

Willie Smith

She then, as the sting faded from my cheek, petulantly pointed out how her nipples didn’t work. She tweaked both, demonstrating how they refused to erect.