Tap, tap, tap. His beak like a schoolmarm finger. Let me in, the crow says in Crowspeak. You still speak Crowspeak from the time 20 crows banded together and snatched Jimmy Parker away as the two of y...

I sliced my hand with a steak knife the day after Christmas, sneaking leftover pie. The wound stung and pulsed. I made my way to the sink, rinsed my hand over the piled dishes. It hurt. The water ran ...

Every summer, authors start asking about readings for AWP.

I sliced my hand with a steak knife the day after Christmas, sneaking leftover pie. The wound stung and pulsed. I made my way to the sink, rinsed my hand over the piled dishes. It hurt. The water ran ...

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Things I Never Knew about Seahorses Dawn Miller My father never framed any of his degrees. Marine Biology. Environmental Science. Conservation Ecology. The university-stamped documents sat rolled w…

You work, you serve, you cook, you clean for others. You do what you need to, but it’s never enough. Sometimes you ask for help. For food. For shelter. For life. And yet, you scrape together what you ...

Father has locked himself in his Subaru Forrester again. He thinks the rain, and the booming thunder will distract us, but we’ve grown older, more desperate for his touch, the smell of his heady sweat...

A brief work of fiction connecting to themes in the work of Texan independent film director, Eagle Pennell.

New Flash Fiction Review asked this issue's collaborators for their insights on working together. They responded enthusiastically with remarks on overall process, challenges, about their stories in th...