Sunday Waves by Jose Hernandez Diaz I was at the beach painting a surfer riding a wave onto a canvas when suddenly the ocean water from the painting splashed onto my toes. The surfer came to life in front of my atheist eyes, only, as it turns out, he was the statue...
A Recipe For Disaster by Denise Tolan Measure the following ingredients to form the crust: 1 teaspoon full of stories from my father’s childhood A dozen heaping cups of a single memory from when he was nine years old Use the dozen cups to form the base for the crust....
Message From the Moths by Matt Briggs The moth stuck in the orbital spider’s web had been something before and would soon be something else. I had just taken a new job. Already the patterns of my previous work faded. I didn’t remember the name of the receptionist who...
For the Jumbotron by Will Musgrove I don’t even like baseball. I don’t care about rooting for the home team, for any team. You wouldn’t think that by looking at me. I come to each Cubs’ game dressed in an expensive jersey, a foam finger attached to my right hand...
2 Flash Fictions by S.S. Mandani Merman Tossing blueberries on his coffee table, Kamran saw signs everywhere. They made an arrow pointing to his bedroom. He took this to mean he should go to sleep early. The next day was the most productive of his life. From...
