Short Story (Flash Fiction) Of the Day, Regeneration by Epiphany Ferrell

“Mom, that’s Instagram. That woman has hands, not claws. That child is happy. It’s not even us.”

—-Epiphany Ferrell, Regeneration

Seated Woman, Willem de Kooning, Nasher Sculpture Center, Dallas, Texas

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Regeneration by Epiphany Ferrell

from  New Flash Fiction Review

Short Story (Flash Fiction) Of the Day, Señor Garcia’s Cold Heart by David Urbina

I asked if he was paying attention and if it made sense because I could go slower. He grumbled and said “Hmph,” so I shrugged and continued.

—-David Urbina, Señor Garcia’s Cold Heart

Cadillac Ranch - Old Guys Rule

Old Guys Rule

 

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Señor Garcia’s Cold Heart by David Urbina

from Flash Fiction Online

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Short Story (Flash Fiction) Of the Day, I Have Entered My Garden, My Sweetheart, My Bride by Jen Julian

Orchids are erotic. You have to consider the honest look of them: the labial petals ballet-slipper pink and eggshell white splayed delicately open, the blood-brown leopard spots on ridged tongues; you’re always compelled to stroke them with your finger. When the children ask why orchids, their mother says, “Because they’re handsome,” as if she is describing a square-faced Irish washerwoman, and when they press her further she says, “Because growing things is good for people.”

—- Jen Julian, I Have Entered My Garden, My Sweetheart, My Bride

Sunflower

Though I would have liked to been one… I haven’t been much of a gardener – it’s tough when you come home from work exhausted every day. Now, though, I’m working on a shade garden in front of my house. The problem is, shade plants grow slowly and it won’t really look good for years. I might not live that long. To compensate I look up places I lived decades ago on Google Street View and see if the plants and trees I did plant back then are still there. It’s surprising how many are. Some have grown to immense size.

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I Have Entered My Garden, My Sweetheart, My Bride by Jen Julian

from wig.leaf

Jen Julian twitter

Short Story (Flash Fiction) Of the Day, A Person’s Essence Feels the Smallest by Jennifer Wortman

And I said that when I said I want to keep things light I meant not-heavy, not not-dark. I don’t want not-dark but I also don’t want dark, I tell her. I want an intense grey.

—- Jennifer Wortman, A Person’s Essence Feels the Smallest

Transcendence, on the first night.

There’s overthinking and there’s overtalking and there are people that don’t know what is in front of them. Born in the USA was great, but I think it was also the tipping point where Springsteen began to believe his own hype. By the way, I thought Darkness on the Edge of Town was brilliant the first time I heard it. I remember buying a copy of the vinyl album in a KMart in Kansas when it first dropped. I guess none of those things have quite stood up to the test of time, but what does, really?

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A Person’s Essence Feels the Smallest by Jennifer Wortman

from wig.leaf

Jennifer Wortman’s Postcard

Jennifer Wortman’s twitter