Tag: flash fiction

Flash fiction story: “Vodka Vodka Vodka”

“Vodka Vodka Vodka,” by Cindy House

Appeared here in Wigleaf, October 22nd, 2018

930 words

This therapist annoys me so much, laughing the way she does. The bar story the narrator tells her is funny, sure, but also—probably scary? Probably sad, that the narrator spent time in places where things like that happen? It could be a lot of things. And then the jaw story, where the therapist annoys me again by not laughing.  Maybe she can’t be expected to read things like “And then I never saw him again, never answered his calls after that” between the lines, since those admissions are given only to us readers, but she should be able to guess this: “I couldn’t stand the idea that he’d seen me like that, that he knew me at my worst.”

I like “My stilettos never hurt my feet. My jewelry is insured. My car is serviced regularly.”


Short story: “Meeting of a Lifetime”

“Meeting of a Lifetime,” by David Batteiger

Appeared in Every Day Fiction, October 5th, 2018

701 words

A sweet story.

The final sentence distracted me a little by stating something the character shouldn’t know yet.

Flash fiction story: “Milestones”

“Milestones,” by Janice Leagra

Appeared here in Spelk, February 5th, 2018

416 words

Oh man. Really good portrait of a fucked-up parent-child relationship. On my first read I was picturing the “you” as a father for some reason, but I think it’s actually a mother. I was slightly distracted at the end wondering how the narrator was speaking from beyond the grave, but whatever.

Flash fiction story: “Up Next, the Mick”

“Up Next, the Mick,” by Hall Sullivan

Appeared in PANK 13 (I can’t find a date on this issue, but it came out just recently)

A single page in PANK‘s PDF edition

Man, I hope the plan works and doesn’t get them in worse trouble. I would have liked to see what happened next, but it’s good flash fiction. And somehow not showing what happens next suits PANK’s aesthetic.

Flash fiction story: “Hurt and Be Hurt”

“Hurt and Be Hurt,” by Geoff Schmidt

Appeared in Zone 3, Vol. 33, No. 1, Spring 2018

A little under three pages, maybe a thousand words?

A wonderfully compact story of losing love. I didn’t really get the reindeer symbolism. Something he shares with his kids and not with his wife and lover? A place in his life where somebody else might fit someday? Maybe.

Short story: “So Sorry You’re Going Extinct!”

“So Sorry You’re Going Extinct!”, by Paul R Hardy

One of the second-place winners of Escape Pod‘s 2018 Flash Fiction Contest, read in episode 641

477 words

A delightfully bleak story. If you read the initial letter alone, it would be funny, but as a whole it’s more like horror fiction.

Flash fiction story: “Ndakusuwa”

“Ndakusuwa,” by Blaize Kaye

Appeared in Fantastic Stories of the Imagination #237, November/December 2016 (the magazine would appear to be defunct now); nominated for a 2017 Nommo Award by the African Speculative Fiction Society (ASFS); later appeared in Strange Horizons, September 3rd, 2018 (read/listen)

857 words

A simple and effective form.

I would have liked the last line better if I’d known “ndakusuwa” means “I miss you” in the ChiShona language. But perhaps that line isn’t aimed at a monolingual person like me.

Short story: “The Day the World Broke”

“The Day the World Broke,” by Autumn Owens

Appeared in Daily Science Fiction, August 7th, 2018

760 words

I like the atmosphere of this piece, and the ambiguity around the character’s final confession.

Flash fiction story: “Fawn”

“Fawn,” by Carrie Cooperidge

Appeared in Ploughshares Summer 2018, guest-edited by Jill McCorkle

A few hundred words, I think

I like the subtle anxiety that builds up to the last line. Seems to be the dawning awareness that motherlove is not as dependable as the protagonist has hitherto unthinkingly believed.

Flash fiction story: “A Woman Looking at Cards”

“A Woman Looking at Cards,” by Carol Smallwood

Appeared in Fewer Than 500, July 24th, 2018

449 words

This story leaps skillfully across time: a recent memory, a fifty-year-old one, and then an ambiguous paragraph that perhaps fuses the two. Reminds me somehow of Virginia Woolf. I like it.

For some reason the narrator dithers over whether that second memory was more than fifty years ago or less. A mistake, or just a symptom of an aging mind?

I notice some typos.