New Flash Fiction Review asked this issue’s collaborators for their insights on working together. They responded enthusiastically with remarks on overall process, challenges, about their stories in this issue of NFFR, on achieving a collaborative voice, and more.
The rabbit has not told me what her schedule is, but there she is on the backyard lawn every time I step out the door. Nothing remarkable about her. If you’ve seen one cottontail, you’ve seen them all.
Duplicity after Henri Michaux “Simplicity” When I was just a young thing, my life was as simple as a sunrise. And as predictable. Day after day I went about doing exactly as I pleased. If I saw a lovely man or women, or beauty in any of its shapes and forms and...
Twilight in the garden. Rudy rubbed the tomato plant leaf nearest him and did not call Elaine. Elaine was with Donnie now and Donnie was a philistine, Donnie was a thief. “Donnie came to my house,” Rudy said out loud, “and stole a leg of beef.” Jesus—was it possible...
Near dawn, Dennis Moore saw the iron gate to the courtyard inch open and the wisp of a girl squeeze through, clanging the gate behind her. Two minutes later, on the boardwalk, she halted as if for an invisible dog, then resumed her dog-walker gait. He followed her...