Category: Finalist for Ernest Hemingway Flash Fiction Prize

“The Blue Maverick Crew”
Last night the Blue Maverick Crew smashed several windows at Deirdre Schenk’s house and fled to safety through the woods. Running after...
“The Blue Maverick Crew”
“Others”
Images before the crash—the gravelly craters of the dirt road under headlights, like the moon’s ghastly laughter, or a bedroom...
“Others”
“The Last Story I Cared About”
My first story, I was six, was about my cat, the cat I had until it contracted feline leukemia. Its breath at the end smelled of rancid...
“The Last Story I Cared About”
“Dead Man Dressing”
I’m wearing a dead man’s clothes, and I feel fine. I spend fifteen minutes or more each day knotting his tie. Just so. Snug against my...
“Dead Man Dressing”
“Dig a Sheet-Rag a Hole”
Training with dead men sucks. Lewis lost his right arm in a factory and can’t do a pushup, while Carlos won’t stop vomiting up his last...
“Dig a Sheet-Rag a Hole”
“Branding Day”
The skin sizzled and spat, grains of flesh melting beneath the hot iron. The cow roared and bellowed, throwing its hind quarters upwards...
“Branding Day”
“Tat”
“It looks like cancer,” Mildred said over the scratchy cell phone. “She’s covered with it. Incorrigible! What is...
“Tat”
“The Funny Thing About a Cambodian Prison”
Oh, the funny thing about a Cambodian prison, he says, is that if you have money, you can live better on the inside than you can on the...
“The Funny Thing About a Cambodian Prison”