The knights wore the finest steel, forged in dragon flame, cooled by the tears of the war priests. It did them no good. Hundreds lay dead in this nameless field, fifty leagues from the beloved Imperial capitol. Their horses lay… Continue Reading
Detective Sergeant Ball dropped himself in the usual seat he took each time he visited Miss Twigg, on the far right of the sofa. She sat opposite, on a dining room chair, her right arm resting on the pine table.… Continue Reading
Autumn was late and the nights were hot and sleepless. On an indecent September night, Henry had gone to the bathroom for a glass of water. When he returned, Lilly was naked with the cotton sheet kicked to the foot… Continue Reading
No moon, no star was visible. Darkness laughed to itself. Mahguli scattered sharp-scented leaves on the fire. Sparks leapt like comets transversing a secret universe. Something saw Mahguli that hadn’t noticed her before. Greedy fingers stretched to pinch her ears.… Continue Reading
“You want my rib?” Adam scratched his head. “No biggy, only one.” His almighty voice boomed across the rich land. “But after last time you said we’re cool.” “I figured it’s lonely down here.” His long white robe and beard… Continue Reading
Listen to “Flash Flood” by Gay Degani, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Gay Degani has published on-line and in print including her own collection, Pomegranate Stories. She is editor-emeritus of EDF’s Flash Fiction Chronicles, a staff editor at SmokeLong Quarterly,… Continue Reading
Slipping down the stairs of the three-story, fifteen-bedroom Victorian bed and breakfast, Oscar hears chatters in the dining room where early risers are already having breakfast. One of his many freak talents is dialing in on conversations in noisy places.… Continue Reading
We have two portraits sitting now on the mantle over the fireplace. They’re on either side of my brother’s poster from China. His gift from a paper shop, from a cultural exchange. He doesn’t know what it means, but that… Continue Reading
There was a young woman named Natalie who needed someone to love her. She lived in the city, and there was lots of love around — on the train, rollerblading along the pier, buying Sunday morning danishes, holding hands in… Continue Reading
“Mama?” “Reuben, I’m busy.” “Come look just one minute, Mama!” “Sure. One minute, and then two, and then…” “Four, and then sixteen, and then two hundred fifty-six, and then…” “Reuben, why must you be such a bothersome child?” “I’m worth… Continue Reading