Ahhh, Fiesta, and though this week’s story isn’t about the event it is about belonging. The camaraderie of golf is much like that of Fiesta. That may be stretching it a little but you get my meaning. Anyway, happy Fiesta and happy reading. Please send your stories, and comments to flashfiction@sacurrent.com. Virtual, linguistic cascarone...
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The other day as I was walking home along the river, there was a young man playing guitar under a bridge not too far from the library. I didn’t recognize what he was playing but it was good. It made me miss those street performers that I used to encounter in other cities. Miss...
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Sela is back with a dialog, not just between two unidentified characters but between us and them. This amorphous, non-us is all around us and must be stopped, for theirs is a culture that cannot be reconciled with ours (though perhaps by ours). Send in your shorts, folks. I’m a little swamped right now,...
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Being alone is not being lonely necessarily. Interesting here, with that in mind, that this is seen through the lens of the narrator — befuddled and gloomy. But we don’t really know anything at all about the old man. And we don’t need to. Send in your flash fiction of about 500 words (shorter...
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7527 Meadow Lawn by Matthew Guzman has the feel of a Chris Ware comic: silent, morose, damaged. There’s sound but even that feels muted and cold. In fact, the only real sound is that inside the nameless little boy’s head. Even the constant use of the copulative works toward hushed repression. Send your flash...
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Ghosts are much more than they appear. They live in the creases of our brains and mock us and vanish with not so much as a wisp of smoke. They are our lives, buttoned down, our pasts, ethereal and empty. They are us. Send your flash to flashfiction@sacurrent.com. I’m looking for work of around...
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This week we have a musician writer Pablo “Flash” Montez. I didn’t check him opening for Queensrÿche until after I accepted the piece because he had me at “slobbering mobs.” Long-haired metal-heads? Yes. Forever and ever. And this short rumination is why. Look at him go… Submit yours: flashfiction@sacurrent.com. —Lyle Rosdahl Portrait of...
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Waiting consumes a lot of our time. Consumes is a particular word for it. We think of waiting as a drain, as a waste of time. At least I did for a while. Now I don’t mind waiting. I just bring a notebook and a pen with me wherever I go and let waiting...
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I’ll make it easy for you: Five reasons why you should submit your work right now to flashfiction@sacurrent.com. Free critique. Even if I don’t select your work, I will email you back with comments and suggestions. Add to your resume. If I do pick your work, you’ll be a published writer. Use it to...
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The pangs of death are so different in our youth. The thought of our demise enfolds itself in physicality when we are young. But as we get older death becomes painfully nostalgic. It forces us to see the life we’ve lived stretch out behind us and makes that life clearer, more poignant and therefore...
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