Short Story (flash fiction) Of the Day, Weight by Dawn Lowe

He was old, thin and wasted. The space suit lay in the dust at his feet, white and shiny, a US flag on its chest.

“How much?” I asked.

“$1,500,” he said. “Cash.”

—-Dawn Lowe, Weight

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Mural, Deep Ellum
Dallas, Texas

We all see them, people by the side of the road, selling stuff. Some folks never look and always drive by. Some folks have an irresistible hoarder urge and look for bargains.

Are there things you can buy that will really change your life? For the better? For sure?

Maybe they will change someone else.

A very short story about someone that decides to stop. Not looking for a bargain, they willingly overpay.

Read it here:

Weight, by Dawn Lowe

from issue 1 of Brilliant Flash Fiction

Dawn Lowe (Aurore Lebas) Twitter

Short Story of the Day – The Weight by Anne Enright

The plane cut through a skein of dark-gray cloud, through a layer of liquid light, into another cloud that started as dark as steel wool, then thickened to gray and turned slowly white. In a moment, they would be free of it.

—-Anne Enright, The Weight

Reflecting pool, Arts District, Dallas, Texas

Today’s short short story, a piece of flash fiction.

The Weight by Anne Enright

from The New Yorker

I have flown on airliners a lot, have flown all my life. I have no fear of flying. My fear is driving to the airport, or getting through security, or missing my plane. Once I’m in the seat, I relax. A lot of it is that once I’m in that seat with the belt on – my responsibilities are over. Nothing I do or don’t do will influence the crash-free-ness of the voyage, one way or another. I think that is why so many people are afraid of flying (other than the fact that you are in a metal tube hurtling through the air at an insane speed miles above the earth) is that you are helpless. I don’t feel helpless – I feel relieved that it’s someone else’s responsibility… for a change.

This story captures clearly what it feels like (I suppose) when things don’t go as planned. There is a line you move down from relaxation to unease to fear to terror… when there is turbulence, for example. This flash fiction piece moves a long way down the line in a hurry.

How far does it go? You can find out in a few minutes.