Flash Fiction by Stephanie Buesinger
1. Ingredients
I try to find solace in the little things. Making bread, for example. The refuge of repetition as I knead the dough, fingers sticky, folding, pressing, then folding again, the enforced patience of setting it aside to rise, damp cloth laid carefully over the top.
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Originally published at http://fictionattic.com on May 16, 2022. SUBMIT your stories to Fiction Attic Press.
Flash Fiction by Mackenzie Singh
At the sculpture park we fail to connect. By connect, I mean recover. And so, we stack rocks.
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“Everything falls apart eventually.” His words are a car on a hill, climbing gradually, curving at the top, racing down to dismal nothing. “What else is there to say?”
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(the writer asserts that the empty space above represents all the stories of the known universe. He recommends that you stare at the blank white space for at least five minutes to see this particular story in its entirety.)
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