Black Annis by Matt Kendrick
Her body is on the ground by the pigpen. The Abbess kneels beside it, washing away the blood, scrubbing at the blue dye until there is only the winter white of her skin.
The One Who Lies in Wait by Melissa Llanes Brownlee
My son was born a shark. Mother told me we had to return him to the ocean as soon as he swam out of my birthing sea, his thrashing fins marking their passage along my canal, an explosion of salt and blood, soaking the woven mats beneath me.
Narcissus at Caldwell Park by Constance Malloy
He took the bullet between the eyes. So yes, in his third eye. A third eye absent perception or any higher vision.
When Te Kaiwhakaruaki comes/ bodies are sent tumbling through the sand dunes by Frankie McMillan
Me and Bobby under an upturned dingy on the beach trying to get it off with each other but overcome with laughter and lying there in a sandy tangle.
Special Issue: 2021 New Flash Fiction Prize
This annual prize helps us keep New Flash Fiction Review afloat. We appreciate your support and are happy to present this years winners and short listed stories.