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Monthly Archives: January 2014
“A Dream Come True”
(Claire Fuller) Yoshio loves the sounds of the various power tools used by woodworkers as they construct “Handmade by Amish” tables and chairs that are advertised on the giant billboard along the highway. Sometimes he succumbs to their music and … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged craftsman, Hokkaido, immigrant, sculpture, wood, woodworkers, workshop, Yoshio
28 Comments
“The Land of My Fathers”
(Copyright: Björn Rudberg) My family farmed this land for generations. My great-great-grandfather cleared the first terrace and built the first wall; his son leveled the second, piled more stone. So it went, down to me. I was too good to … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged art, artist, bridge painter, farming, inheritance, painter, stone walls, suspension bridge, the land of my fathers
46 Comments
“My Life in Six Words” #2
“White dress. War bride. Black dress.” All in white I walked to and from the altar my high school sweetheart clad in khaki beaming by my side. Nine months passed my love came home a flag atop his wooden suit. … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged altar, black dress, death, fatherless daughter., flag, khaki, mourning, soldier, soul, war bride, wedding, wedding dress, white dress, wooden coffin
25 Comments
“Nigerian Vigil”
(copyright Erin Leary) As the sun burns through the veil of mist rising from the Gongola River, the tall woman from the village turns back to her hut. She comes every evening at dusk and stands until dawn, unmoving, like … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged forced conscription, Gongola River, kidnapped children, Nigeria, rebel troops
29 Comments
“My Life in Six Words”
“Rich husband. Cool pool boy. Stripped.” My rich husband found me with the cool pool boy. I had stripped. Now I have: No rich husband. No pool. No cool pool boy. I’ve been Stripped. (Written for dVerse Poets, Open Link … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged pool, pool boy, rich husband, stripped of assets, stripped of clothing
13 Comments
“The Ragged Ruin”
(copyright Dawn Q. Landau) The ruin was still there; a ragged remnant of a horrific war. The cold, grey, cement structure, once camouflaged by surrounding coral rocks, was now rose-colored. He wondered if a coat of paint eased the memories … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged battle, beach, bunker, explosion, World War II
24 Comments