Flash Frog
Small. Brightly colored. Deadly to the touch.
Alive and Dead in Ohio by Jimmy Frohman
Some refer to my death as a certainty, using words like remembrance and memoriam. Others talk about me like I’m still here, chumming around at my old home bar, The Spokenfore. My buddy Elliot buys me a Sam Adams and drives me home after…
Migration of the Sandhill Cranes by Lisa Thornton
The North Platte River was nearly dry, long sand banks exposed. She watched a guy in a Funyuns T-shirt eating Cheetos gas up his Penske. Passing a semi, her husband pointed at the words Isaiah 50:3 written in dirt on the back door. I…
The Groupchat Version by Caroline Kahlenberg
Sammy stands atop his mattress, arms-crossed, chin-out, and declares he’s not tired, “not even a yittle bit.” It sounds cute but it’s 10:23pm and we’ve been here an hour, and egg-free/dairy-free/gluten-free cupcakes for tomorrow’s Valentine’s party char in the oven, so when Sammy bends…
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