Tag Archive: Friday Flash

Jul 15

Delicate Things

Delicate Things I spread my legs And I spread my wings. I remind myself they’re not the same thing, But I can be a whore And a butterfly At the same time. I’m far away, A tiny speck of yellow against A cloudless sky Dipping down to drink from Daisies, desert roses, Queen Anne’s lace …

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Jun 03

Beg For Your Life

Beg For Your Life I don’t know who my kidnappers are. One is male, one is female, I can tell that much at least. I don’t recognize their voices. They’re just two opportunists with guns wearing dark clothes and ski masks over their heads. Like some bad crime drama from the 90s. The woman is …

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May 27

I Am The Best

Well, of course, I’m the best candidate for the job, you know. First of all, I’m really funny. Hilarious, actually. I can make you pee your pants if I set my mind to it. What? Oh, no, no, I’m not doing it right now. I just said that I could if I wanted to. I …

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May 20


I log-in to the gender assignment site and click on the link to my test results. I scroll through the sections quickly, not bothering to read them, until I get to the last page. Assignment: Male. I slam the laptop shut and storm into my room. My breath comes raggedly. I feel heat thrumming through …

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Mar 18

More Than Angels

WARNING Trigger Alert   I remember the joy. I was finally old enough to take a bath on my own. I had washed my hair and underarms and private parts. The water was still warm, and I felt playful. I swooshed like a dolphin playing in the waves, curling up small, then blasting off, jettisoning …

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Feb 26

Five Years to Live

I lie in the bathtub, running warm water over my naked body. I try to calm my breathing, imagining myself sinking into the warmth and simply drifting away. I clutch a razor blade in my hand. It has been sitting in the medicine cabinet, lying flat against the shelf, unnoticed by anyone but me, for …

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Oct 10

Reap What You Sow

Brenda checked her watch for the seventeenth time since they arrived at the pumpkin patch. “Good grief, this kid is taking forever,” she said into the mouthpiece of her cell phone. She watched Dallin pick up a perfectly good pumpkin, wrinkle his nose, and put it back down again as Cami offered her condolences on …

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