Me and Barnaby, Alone by Travis Flatt
For the week after the shipwreck, the Strongman and I lived off bananas, but he got sick off some tropical bug from bad stream water he guzzled uncooked.
For the week after the shipwreck, the Strongman and I lived off bananas, but he got sick off some tropical bug from bad stream water he guzzled uncooked.
Featuring work by Mikki Aronoff, Alyssa Aung, Jack Barrie, Jill Bronfman, Rebecca Croser, Peter DeMarco, Travis Flatt, Jaime Gill, Kat Gonso, Robert McBrearty, Kim Murdock, Nora Nadjarian, Chris Scott, and Nathan Leslie.
Congratulations from NFFR to our nominees for Best Small Fictions 2025, the Pushcart Prizes, and Best Microfiction 2025!
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.
Issue 34 includes new collaborations by Cole Beauchamp and Sumitra Singam, Philippa Bowe and Karen Walker, Ela Brave and Iván Brave, Kate Faigen and Kyle Weik, Lucas Flatt and Travis Flatt, Rina Palumbo and Christine Fugate, Rachel Harbaugh and Sarah Hurd, and Kim Magowan and Michelle Ross.
I’m in the elevator with the angel.
“I’m hungry,” I say.
“You can eat peanut butter again.”
My mother hated the smell of peanut butter. As kids, my brother and I got it all over everything. Mom said it smelled to her like dogshit.