Category: flash fiction
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Virginia tended to avoid Bev. Interactions with her old school friend were tedious. Every conversation was like a watching a one-woman show. BEV So then I hitchhiked to Des Moines and got a job in a diner. And that’s where I met my friend Derek, who had been a session drummer with Deep Purple, and…
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Doug and Laney had the worst timing in the world, even after decades together. When Laney took a French cooking course, it coincided with Doug undertaking a diet avoiding butter, eggs and bread. There was no feedback, no one to eat her cuisine and no one to cheer her on. Doug became a bartender and…
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‘Believe me, darling, when I say I want to know you better. Tell me your favorite color. Explain to me your wildest conspiracy theory. If you were stuck on a desert island and could take only one album, would it be the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band or the Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds?…
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Connor was a web developer and programmer who didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. When asked what color eyes he liked on a woman, he answered in hexadecimal code: #b3d4e8. When pressed further, Conner elaborated, saying he also enjoyed women with eyes corresponding to Pantone number 13-4909 TCX. <<last post >>next post See…
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Amber looked great, all brown skin and tan-lines. She wore a white linen dress and espadrilles and smelled like cocoa butter and perfume. Despite appearances, she was having a dark summer of the soul. “Happiness should reserve itself for winter,” she wrote in her diary. “It spoils in the heat.” –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next…
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Zana was a cryptozoologist who had successfully bred a dragon and a unicorn. “Creating a drago-corn ain’t some kind of magic trick,” she told reporters. “It requires the mastery of two things: the art of belief and the science of animal husbandry “ –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post Read more flash fiction by Sarah…
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My belief in love returned like spring. I was happy as golf-course grass, grateful as a beggar with a can full of coins, and romantic as a Jane Austin novel. –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post See more flash fiction by Sarah Torribio HERE
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‘Something didn’t heal right between us,’ Caitlin told Dustin. She was having a conversation in her mind with a years’ ago ex, the kind that pops up when you’re washing dishes or pulling weeds. “You shouldn’t love someone you hate so much. And,” she concluded, shaking her head,’ “You shouldn’t hate someone you love so…
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