Flash Fiction My older sister, Layla, works at the bookshop near the university. On Fridays, I meet her there for lunch. We sit on the wooden bench out front and eat sandwiches from the deli on the corner. I usually arrive early because I like to observe the people passing…

Flash Fiction from A to Z April is a great month. Better than March because the weather gets warmer and the flowers come out, which makes people hopeful. Changes in the weather make people feel reborn. Days are longer. Everyone seems more optimistic. Finally we can put away our winter…

Flash Fiction I woke up early and looked around. Empty bottles of Veuve Clicquot were scattered around the room. Colorful party streamers hung on lamps and littered the floor. I was naked, stretched out on a chaise lounge near Mr. Williams’ ornate desk. Jacques was asleep on the floor below. …

Flash Fiction When I was a young medical student, I was warned about the pitfalls of my chosen profession: the long shifts that would affect every part of my life including my health and relationships, the mysterious symptoms and elusive diagnosis that would deny me of sleep, and the emotional…

Flash Fiction Martin cringed when he saw the email. It was that time of year again: the office holiday party. He had sworn he would never go to another one. Not after last year, when — thanks to free and unlimited booze — he behaved like a maniac on the…

Flash Fiction Eddie was wishing he had kept his mouth shut. His father had just pressed the mute button on the remote and the living room went silent, suddenly devoid of the evening’s news. His father turned to him. “What do you mean you’re nervous? …

Flash Fiction Edgar looked at Madison and smiled. “Great weather we’re having.” “If you like rain,” Madison said. Edgar frowned. “Oh, right.” “I’m sorry,” Madison said. “Yes, great weather we’re having. Rain is . . . wet and . . . really great.” Edgar sat back in his chair and…

Flash Fiction “What should we do with the body?” Inspector Delroy asked. It was a rhetorical question; he knew Officer Spence wouldn’t have a clue. “We could throw it in the river,” Spence said. Delroy gave him the look, the one he was known for, the one that said, You…

Flash Fiction Dr. Shapiro opened his office door to find Lew Bernstein waiting. A trickle of sweat made its way down Lew’s cheek as Dr. Shapiro let him in. “I’m sorry, Doc,” Lew said. “It’s an emergency.” He shuffled in and hung his hat on the coat rack as usual. …