I do word and number puzzles while I watch baseball on TV: New York Times crosswords and acrostics, sudokus, KenKens. My baseball savvy and Yankees keenness come in handy on the clues that lead to A-Rod, Mo Rivera, Yogi Berra, …
Dae-yeon allows himself to be pushed through the crowd in the Louvre, one of the few times he could walk around unnoticed, anonymous. The crowd streams towards the Italian paintings, the Mona Lisa and the like. Dae-yeon, or Daniel, the …
We left the church and walked straight to the lake. The preacher, John, held out his hand and Amy took it. She held mine. We walked out of the church and to the road. Preacher John never even looked right, he …
Edith knows the bears by sight. She has named them all, and knows which was her husband, based on his lumbering gait and the scar stretching along his back from his time in the service. “He always had a bad …
She is old, but not that old. She would like you to know that about her. She had dreams once, as you likely do. Fame. Fortune. Independence. It sounds silly; cliche, even. But perhaps you have those dreams too. If …
I was sitting on the bench outside my apartment building and just trying to enjoy the warmish autumn day when a wasp showed up and decided to investigate my face.
I took a vague wave at it. I didn’t want …
Nothing was ever the same after Uncle Frank got out of the Army.
My Uncle Frank was one of my father’s younger brothers, out of a total of eight siblings. Attention was hard to get with so many children, though …
Tsukiko sat on a tranquil, grassy hill, between a palm tree and a cypress, and scanned the clear, Californian night sky. The stars of Orion, winking in the sky, hung above her. She knew that her father could see the …
Disapproving parents are now deceased, forever looking down on me.
Chris Tattersall is a Health Service Manager and lives with his wife Hayley and Border Collie Toby in Wales, UK. He is a self-confessed flash fiction addict with some publication …
I blink the drizzle from my eyes as Grandpa digs around the root with his hands. As soon as he lifts it from the ground, the arc disappears, and I hear a child cry. An adult shouts Rainbow thieves!
Grandpa hands …