Last week it was my piano tuner, this week my proctologist. What's with flash, they both wanted to know. It's simple, really: everything's getting smaller, not only stories. The lesser Darwin, Charles' son, George, first proposed fission theory – something about matter breaking up into bits – back in 1879, and it's been with us ever since.... Continue Reading →
This job is awesome, Damien thought, as he sped up another darkened street. The road is all mine and I know how to use it. He reached for a paper, glancing at the headlines. He grinned. How many people get to read on the job? Shoving his arm through the window, he lobbed the rolled... Continue Reading →
'The Man Himself' by Colin Watts (Reflex Fiction) Writers are in the business of building tunnels. Ours aren't real real tunnels, of course, but then neither were those built by the Mole of Mason Street, Joseph Williamson, the central figure in Colin Watts' deft work of flash fiction, 'The Man Himself'. Williamson was an oddball... Continue Reading →
First screaming then three men pelting past, shedding shirts and shoes, over the sand and into the sea. I'm the fourth. Waving to the children battling out beyond the breakers, I wade my way in. Keep kicking, kids, I'm coming. The sea was sucking me in long before I arrived at this beach. Torn from... Continue Reading →
Flash Wounds 