Tag: Flash Fiction
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Mr. Pitts
Clowns are people. Real people. No bullshit. Believe it or not, our lives don’t begin and end under the big top. We have homes, wives, parents, children, friends, and ups & downs. Just like you, we have lives. We have names, too. Brace yourselves, but Bozo, Blinky, and Clarabelle are stage names. For example, my…
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The Kid
The lunch bell finally rang. Friday was pizza day at Anytown Elementary—served on a warm, robin’s egg blue plastic plate with a carton of cold milk. The kid next to me rolled his pizza up like a flute and jammed it in his mouth whole. Chewing, chewing, more chewing…then he started to choke. Fifth-graders then didn’t know CPR and the lunchroom…
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Rocco & Joey
Rocco had never felt more alone in his life. There were no sounds except the ones he made himself. He’d only made them to ensure he wasn’t deaf. Rocco wondered about the altitude. Maybe he’d die of a heart attack on the way down. Perhaps he’d splatter on the jagged peaks below like a bug hitting…
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Bricks & Stones
“Gee, Bronwyn,” Michaela said, peering into the water. “He’s been down there a long time.” “Doesn’t look like he’s coming back up, does it?” “I’m scared!” Michaela’s pale blue eyes welled up. “Of what?” Bronwyn demanded. “It was Bobby’s fault for throwing stones at us!” “I didn’t have to bash his head in!” Bronwyn shrugged.…
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Gracious Living
Displaying his characteristic ill manners and bad taste, Brad attempted to put their guests at ease with the old “who farted?” cliché. Brad blamed Janet, Janet blamed Brad, while both knew it was one of the houseguests. As an encore he’d tried a couple of stupid elephant jokes: What Do You Call A Passenger Plane Shaped Like…
aka, The Abject Muse 