Kathryn Kulpa I closed my eyes. I became Grassie. I summoned shrubs and trees. I called the grass, and the grass answered, growing thick and tall, tangling the wheels of the car.

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Government pension files were always thinner than the years they were meant to represent, Nsikan thought, as though the paper itself understood that most of a working life left no trace anyone both…

Someday someone will ask me if my grandparents were illegals, and I won’t honestly know because his family migrated at a time when borders didn’t mean what they mean now.

He moved when no one expected it, from complete stillness to violence. He swiped over the table of glass figures. The actress stepped back, tripped, and ended up on the floor. Eddie stared down at …

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He moved when no one expected it, from complete stillness to violence. He swiped over the table of glass figures. The actress stepped back, tripped, and ended up on the floor. Eddie stared down at …

Someday someone will ask me if my grandparents were illegals, and I won’t honestly know because his family migrated at a time when borders didn’t mean what they mean now.

Government pension files were always thinner than the years they were meant to represent, Nsikan thought, as though the paper itself understood that most of a working life left no trace anyone both…

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Jane’s words felt shy, and yet she wanted to introduce herself to the new neighbor. He appeared unassuming with dark glasses and a pink bald head. She wondered, for a second, if he was an app…

Looking out the big picture window, she squints at the summer stars that glow like pearls on black velvet. Deneb, Vega, Altair stare back like wise old souls that will never die.

Jane’s words felt shy, and yet she wanted to introduce herself to the new neighbor. He appeared unassuming with dark glasses and a pink bald head. She wondered, for a second, if he was an app…

Jane’s words felt shy, and yet she wanted to introduce herself to the new neighbor. He appeared unassuming with dark glasses and a pink bald head. She wondered, for a second, if he was an app…

by Daniela Flores-Rodriguez Flash Fiction   The first day was by accident. The young woman strolled the museum galleries, avoiding the spreadsheets back at her desk. Looking, but not seeing. Not bored, but unattached. Most people found it easy to connect to other human beings. This woman didn’t really have it in her. Things were… Continue reading Tangled Up in Blue →

Finally, another manned mission to Mars. How he’d glowed with excitement.