Union Forever by Al Kratz
Years later, Christopher and Meryl divorce. Years later later, Christopher and Meryl are to re-marry
Years later, Christopher and Meryl divorce. Years later later, Christopher and Meryl are to re-marry
Before the shouting starts, you hear the baritone bell on the far side of the canyon. A dog joins in with a howl, cutting through the chili-chili-chili of the morning birds and the gurgle of the fridge and the flick of your dental floss.
Steven John, Associate & Features Editor, interviews Amelia Gray about her flash fictions in New Micro (W.W. Norton & Co, 2018)
I’d always known Karen fancied him. “It’ll be fun,” she said. Sometimes, she liked putting her fingers in my mouth. When she pushed them in, she’d push too far.
Four nights straight the stranger sits in her section paying for cans of Pabst from a pile of tens. Friday night, they park at the reservoir and pass a silver flask, make bets on what’s Mars or stars. Next morning, he’s long gone, along with her purse full of tips and a new pair of panty hose.