Pisces: The Artist Poses His Muse Before a Goldfish Bowl by Kathryn Kulpa
He never tells me to smile. He says he likes me best for my perfect blankness. Once he painted my eyes. Only my eyes. Floating like olives in a glass jar.
He never tells me to smile. He says he likes me best for my perfect blankness. Once he painted my eyes. Only my eyes. Floating like olives in a glass jar.
In the best traditions of public service publishing, New Flash Fiction Review asked the brightest stars of flash fiction to gaze into the heavens and share something celestial — their spaced-out stories and astral life projections as foretold by the twelve Signs of the Zodiac. This special issue collects work published as part of our “Horo-Flash” feature.
Grandma gets her episodes at least once a month. She’ll grow out her jaws and if it happens on a rainy day, claws will tear out of her fingers.
Featuring flash by Aimee Parkison, Frankie McMillan, Jenny Stalter, Nod Ghosh, Epiphany Ferrell, Morgana MacLeod, Cristina Fernandez Valls , Kim Hagerich, Stephanie Devine, Jefferson Navicky, Phebe Jewell, Robin Littell, and Katerina Kishchynskam translated by Alice Chester.
The man, a sort of apparition, was going around the neighborhood, slipping in and out of our houses.