Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

rag and bone

Posted on June 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Tug of Ghosts It seemed to her she was always leaving, or someone was leaving her. Her father disappeared one day when she was ten. Her mother disappeared into a fog of alcohol and mental illness the next year—and … Continue reading →

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ignition doesn’t catch

Posted on June 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Muzz of Voices (Sorta’ Redux SoFla Version) She understands nothing. She tries, squint-eyed, to turn her brain over. Without spark, the ignition doesn’t catch. She sees herself, monochromatic, on the screen of her childhood 1974 Panasonic TV. Her father … Continue reading →

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the world ascended

Posted on June 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Maw She spotted him kicking the St. Jude statue installed outside the Melkite Church on the corner. It was the same dirty and desultory man who approached her the day before. The sky was a swirl of hazy cross-oceanic … Continue reading →

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felt unalterably stupid

Posted on June 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

Life After She woke up dumber in the new southern town than she had been in her northern home the last time she fell asleep. The intellectual disparity over those few sleepless days was astounding, many folks would later say: … Continue reading →

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a fanged sky

Posted on June 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Wait. Weight. The southern city was full of all manner of curvilinear impediments and drop-offs. It led to a vertiginous sensation she abhorred—it seemed as if the angry sky and sea wished to become one turbid space. She saw cloud … Continue reading →

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passion for rotters

Posted on June 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

She Meets Pepi Poppers There’s something of the sybarite about her. She plays the lute too loud and with reckless abandon — popping strings here and there and singing haltingly about fucking. About what? Yeah, and she eats too many … Continue reading →

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a weariness settles

Posted on June 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Lithiumga(u)ze What is this? I’m dizzy and there seems to be a slight scrim like muslingauze between me and everything else. Look at the sun—it’s like the fog of lithium … a weariness settles over me… my outlook is decidedly … Continue reading →

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apropos of nothing

Posted on June 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

Interlude It is recorded in some musty tome that in 1456 Pope Callixtus III excommunicated the comet to end all comets. A heathen astral rock glowing white-hot as it streaked across the sky. The stars are signifiers. The popes are … Continue reading →

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ask anhedonia anyone

Posted on June 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Transience of Beauty She realized, once in the southern city a few days, she could be mindful of enjoying a moment or two—as fleeting as they were—before the drowned world. On occasion she experienced something of the transience of beauty—or … Continue reading →

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uprooted the faceless

Posted on June 8, 2021 by istsfor manity

Portents & Twine The unrooted. The faceless. The darkness without form. Forms without substance. The turmoil throwing her into a state of agitation. Explicit signs. Signs without meaning. Warning signs. All was a mass of confusion she wallowed in—these nascent … Continue reading →

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