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n. - a short-short story, a hybrid combining the tenacity of a miniature schnauzer and the speed of a whippet. Also called flash fiction, sudden fiction, and palm of the hand stories by Nobel laureate Yasuari Kawabata. Click the story title to download the story.
n. - a short-short story, a hybrid combining the tenacity of a miniature schnauzer and the speed of a whippet. Also called flash fiction, sudden fiction, and palm of the hand stories by Nobel laureate Yasuari Kawabata. Click the story title to download the story.
The Way He Found Her
When did you first notice her missing? I never said she was missing. Okay, let me restate the question. When did you realize she was dead?
Dead Charlies
Okay, so you Google Charlie's name and page after page of Charlie W obituaries appear.
Paris
Then there was Paris. We were miserable. It was very hot. We were in a little hotel on a street off the Rue de Magenta...
The Glamour of Business Travel #1
He stands with one hand on his hip, a Heineken in the other, at the very northern edge of South America, flirting with the two-dollar whores...
The Glamour of Business Travel #2
Outside it's raining like a motherfucker, my sweet. According to the travel book, the wet season is supposed to be over, but it isn't...
The House
There are times when I can see the house in my mind, clearly picture details of it, but I cannot remember exactly where it was...
T-Minus 2
Everybody remembers what they were doing when Kennedy was shot, my mother says. I had taken Jon to get his hair cut, and we were in the barbershop when it came over the radio...
My Mother's Humming
My mother hums all the time. It's what makes my mother my mother. It is her signature...
Neighbor Jones
If the conditions are right and there are no clouds in the summer sky, Jones' dining room is filled with a strange astral glow, like the shimmering of oil on water...
Imagined Lives of the Dead
We're at an estate sale and Marta is getting pissed off because I'm looking through photo albums...
Susquehanna
An old man stood alone on a high bank of a slow moving river, gazing over the water. Presently a young man approached and stood beside him. The old man did not stir. Instead, he continued to stare fixedly at the green-gray water...
You're Only 18 Once, Aren't you?
I never remember names. I remember other things, strange things, trivial things about people, the way they laughed, their favorite song...
An Evening at the Ritz
Regis Grabowsky sat at the bar, cleaning out his wallet. Dean watched him, wiping glasses, wearing his white apron like some bartender in an old photograph...
Watching the Sun Set on a Summer's Evening with Two Survivors
He sat in his shirtsleeves in a chair at the edge of the garden, his back turned to the party that overflowed onto the patio. Thin as a ghost, he wore a silk ascot...
Autumn
The puppy's gotta pee in the middle of the night. On my way through the kitchen I notice the clock on the microwave reads 1:58 a.m. and something registers in my brain that yesterday was the autumnal equinox...
A Minimalist Love Story
Today is a good day for this song, she says thinking of something long ago. It is raining and cold...
Cancer
It is New Year's day and we're stuck in traffic on Rockville pike few miles form the house...
When did you first notice her missing? I never said she was missing. Okay, let me restate the question. When did you realize she was dead?
Dead Charlies
Okay, so you Google Charlie's name and page after page of Charlie W obituaries appear.
Paris
Then there was Paris. We were miserable. It was very hot. We were in a little hotel on a street off the Rue de Magenta...
The Glamour of Business Travel #1
He stands with one hand on his hip, a Heineken in the other, at the very northern edge of South America, flirting with the two-dollar whores...
The Glamour of Business Travel #2
Outside it's raining like a motherfucker, my sweet. According to the travel book, the wet season is supposed to be over, but it isn't...
The House
There are times when I can see the house in my mind, clearly picture details of it, but I cannot remember exactly where it was...
T-Minus 2
Everybody remembers what they were doing when Kennedy was shot, my mother says. I had taken Jon to get his hair cut, and we were in the barbershop when it came over the radio...
My Mother's Humming
My mother hums all the time. It's what makes my mother my mother. It is her signature...
Neighbor Jones
If the conditions are right and there are no clouds in the summer sky, Jones' dining room is filled with a strange astral glow, like the shimmering of oil on water...
Imagined Lives of the Dead
We're at an estate sale and Marta is getting pissed off because I'm looking through photo albums...
Susquehanna
An old man stood alone on a high bank of a slow moving river, gazing over the water. Presently a young man approached and stood beside him. The old man did not stir. Instead, he continued to stare fixedly at the green-gray water...
You're Only 18 Once, Aren't you?
I never remember names. I remember other things, strange things, trivial things about people, the way they laughed, their favorite song...
An Evening at the Ritz
Regis Grabowsky sat at the bar, cleaning out his wallet. Dean watched him, wiping glasses, wearing his white apron like some bartender in an old photograph...
Watching the Sun Set on a Summer's Evening with Two Survivors
He sat in his shirtsleeves in a chair at the edge of the garden, his back turned to the party that overflowed onto the patio. Thin as a ghost, he wore a silk ascot...
Autumn
The puppy's gotta pee in the middle of the night. On my way through the kitchen I notice the clock on the microwave reads 1:58 a.m. and something registers in my brain that yesterday was the autumnal equinox...
A Minimalist Love Story
Today is a good day for this song, she says thinking of something long ago. It is raining and cold...
Cancer
It is New Year's day and we're stuck in traffic on Rockville pike few miles form the house...
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