five sentence fiction: after the flood
He stood on the edge of the old C & O building and looked out over High Street. Anything anybody had was gone to ruin — covered in muck or carried off into oblivion. The people came out in the...
View Articlefive sentence fiction: restless
Four AM, your mind is racing, the heat is rising. You get up, go out the back door and sit in the long grass at the edge of the forest. Sweat beads up on your forehead and stays there like a halo....
View Articlefive sentence fiction: unfolded
She sits at the bus stop alone while others stand around her embarrassed to look, their day feeling ruined. Her papers are spread out before her, unfolded — dirty, soft and creased with age. She scans...
View Articlefive sentence fiction: the splash of a drink
The splash of a drink hit her sandals as she shuffled by. She felt the cold drops on her feet just before she registered the pop of the break and the slip of the wet glass from her fingers. She...
View Articlefive sentence fiction: blank
There is nothing in my head right now except for this blank stare. My mind is soft and racing and failing to focus or land on anything of even remote interest. Perhaps the coffee’s not strong enough...
View Articleup against it
Up against the wall on an empty street, the cold cutting through my leather gloves and wool cap. I’m on my way to the job, the tie round my neck pinching, my earbuds blaring the Pogues and a last drag...
View Articlegray and glass
He can see the storm cloud approaching as he comes down the hill to Foggy Bottom. He feels the first drops, heavy and thick on his scalp and arms — real water splashing on his skin. Ahead, the...
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