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“Broken Hart” by Emma Naismith

Broken Hart by Emma Naismith The following piece is the flash fiction winner of F(r)iction’s Spring 2018 Literary Contest.   We share the venison steak around the time the scar turns from pink to white. Red in the middle, cuts like butter, tastes like iron and salt. Its head and antlers watch over us from above David’s bed. The floodlight of ...
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“The Cat” by Anne Rieman

The Cat by Anne Rieman The following piece is the flash fiction winner of F(r)iction’s Summer 2017 Literary Contest.   When I call my mother now, she only wants to talk about the Cat—his beautiful white fur, his green eyes. She tells me, “He’s sitting in the sun,” or, “He’s lying under his blanket.” At night the Cat reads books ...
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“Never Too Late” by Taria Karillion

Never Too Late by Taria Karillion The following piece is the flash fiction winner of F(r)iction’s Winter 2017 Literary Contest.   Ten. There are ten people at my bedside. Family, doctors, nurses, someone from The London-Tokyo Herald, and a smart fellow in a suit who keeps mentioning Guinness and records, but I don’t like stout, and aren’t records obsolete now? ...
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“The Way of the Woods” by Audra Kerr Brown

The Way of the Woods by Audra Kerr Brown The girls in Troop 17 found the dead baby while hunting mushrooms for their Outdoor Edibles badge. It lay at the base of a cottonwood tree, naked and perfectly white, they told us over a lunch of hotdogs and pudding cups. One eye half-open. We couldn't help but picture the groggy-looking blinds in ...
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“Burning Desire” by Madelyn Killion

Burning Desire by Madelyn Killion You step out onto the street, the bottle tucked under your arm. Even over the din you can hear its contents sloshing, feel the liquid careen inside the glass. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves. Bodies push past you, each face different—some laughing, some angry—but none that you recognize on this thick-aired morning. ...
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“Pushing Down Daisies” by Dan Portincaso

Pushing Down Daisies by Dan Portincaso Beman wheeled Millie into their garden and lifted the oxygen mask from her face. The perennials stirred and shimmered in anticipation of the toiling clouds overhead. Purple. Blue. Yellow. Daisies. Foxgloves. Asters. The leaves turned upward and their color deepened as if the flowers had pulled back their heads and opened their mouths to drink ...
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“3 a.m. Call” by Steve Cushman

3 a.m. Call by Steve Cushman When the beeper buzzes on his hip, the chaplain rises from his bed in the on-call room. He’d been dreaming about his girlfriend, Shelly, and the walk they'd taken the day before. His hands caressed the soft flesh of her thighs, the decade-old scar on her left kneecap. There is no denying that he wants to make love ...
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“Daily Hymns” by Zoe Andrews

Daily Hymns by Zoe Andrews Shoulders back. Hair combed. Tie straightened. Sit and wait for your sister. Don’t listen. Wander. Turn on the radio, and confuse the radioman for God. Radioman tells you to get up and dance, so you do. Turn that off! Listen this time, because if you don’t, Dad will come downstairs and make you. But don’t do it ...
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“If an Eloquent Potato Articulated” by Danielle Lea Buchanan

If an Eloquent Potato Articulated by Danielle Lea Buchanan This flash fiction story was a F(r)iction Fall Literary Competition finalist. Daffodil was transparently honest from the relationship’s beginning. S/he lifted her yellow chiffon tutu to show the Sun s/he was a hermaphrodite. The Sun said he didn’t mind and courted s/he/r for three months. It was a tumultuous relationship witnessed by Russet, ...
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“Norman’s Compass” by Matthew Gregory

Norman’s Compass by Matthew Gregory Even after Norman quit sailing he insisted on carrying his compass wherever he traveled. When word of his daughter’s nuptials found him long after invitations were sent out, the compass was the only item he took with him save his gray tweed suit and the cane he’d been using since his retirement. After following the ...