The remains of the mouldy hashbrown, stuck to the underside of the protruding boot kept drawing PC Birkenshaw’s attention. It was a welcome distraction from the constant buzzing of the flies that had already appeared. His gaze wandered inexorably up …
James, as the doctors and staff at St. Mark’s Regional Hospital in San Diego insisted on calling him, applied pancake make-up over the band-aid camouflaging the skin lesion on his chin. He was glad to be home, surrounded by his …
The Medium’s the Message by Ron. Lavalette
“Excuse me,” he said, not realizing his fart was inaudible.
Ron. Lavalette is a very widely-published writer living on the Canadian border in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom, land of the fur-bearing lake trout and …
Mario and Luigi worked from five until ten, twice a day in a brand name hotel in San Diego. First, they worked from 5 a.m. until 10 a.m. making breakfast and then they worked secretly from 5 p.m. until 10 …
Justin yawned. He edged his way down the stairs in his bare feet as he had done every morning for two months, careful to avoid the creaky tread just before the end. He held the tray of food in …
Every time Edward “Shiny Shoes” walked down the sidewalk in front of our houses, my cousin Deana who lived next door and I would hide in the bushes. I think Edward knew we were hiding from him, but he …
Dora had a Ph.D. in molecular biology, and like all holders of advanced degrees in the hard sciences, she had an eye for making a buck in a side hustle. So when she saw the local farmers’ market full …
It was the late 1940s in Elmhurst, Queens. Our neighborhood was all-white, although a moderate walk from 55th Road would reveal one or more black families living on a hill with a nickname I cannot write all these years later. …
He went fishing. It was her first vacation in years.
A three-time winner of the Wisconsin Regional Writer’s Jade Ring, Eger’s work appears in Fictive Dream, Flash Fiction for Flash Memory, Runcible Spoon, Fifty Word Stories, the …
“I’d give anything for two eggs, sunny-side-up over hashed browns, four thick slices of bacon dripping with grease,” Merv says, slicking his hand over the stack of cement blocks they’re using for a table. They’ve left the tunnels, for the …