Flash Frog
Small. Brightly colored. Deadly to the touch.
The Ghost of Charles Bukowski Pines for His Job at the Mails by Patricia Q. Bidar
Death has done wonders for Hank’s cratered face. His phantom eyes are clear. His diarrhea and bellyache, gone. His ratty boudoir was upstairs with its view of the industrial harbor. Now it’s made over as a baby’s room. Dead Hank has no wish to…
Recollection by Rebecca Long
She huddled under a freeway overpass, ripping coupons from an old newspaper with shaky hands. It reeked of gas even here, even through her mask. Cases of water: BOGO. $5 off baby formula. She didn’t know if a store would take them. If there…
Mold Culture by Gabrielle Griffis
Ariel submerged a white dress in a bowl of vinegar and water. Black mold speckled the fabric. The sour acerbic smell emanated from the bowl as she dropped tea tree oil into her reflection, her face respirator mixing with the warped floral print. She…
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