Tag Archives: Flash Fiction



We couldn’t find anybody through closed documents, but when we advertised, you contacted us and agreed to be interviewed.  How old are you? I’m eighty. Reversed five years ago. You…



Cecily sat cross-legged in the soft bed of grass beneath her. At her side rested a flower crown, one she’d fashioned just a day earlier in one of the art…


A Better Place to Die

The haggard, old bones sat quietly, blanching in the savage wasteland sun, blindly regarding the two attendants laboring on either side of them. An aged man dug vigorously into the…