20260702

On the Subway

by Mel Fawcett

“Yes, it’s me again. Please don’t look away or suddenly take an interest in your phone. I know it makes you feel uncomfortable to see me in my filthy threadbare clothes holding out my grubby paper cup. But today, I’m not begging. In fact, I’ve decided to find a different way of life. So I was wondering if anyone would like to change places with me?”

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Mel Fawcett lives in London. His stories have appeared in dozens of print and online magazines, including Scribes Micro, Drabble, Brilliant Flash Fiction. Gemini, and Smokebox.

20260621

Market Research

by Abel Ferrara

Market research is key to the LA process. An independent contractor, whose name I forgot, got paid a shitload of money to run what are called test screenings, which involved going into the San Fernando Valley, rounding up a theaterful of high school kids, showing them the movie, and then having them write out answers to a bunch of questions. From that they come up with a score, 100 being the ideal, which I'm sure even Star Wars didn't get. They randomly pick fifteen or twenty of these kids to keep after and further cross-examine, seeking some deeper truth. Then they go back into the editing room and recut the films around these notes. No bullshit, almost every film coming out of Hollywood is recut around notes given by sixteen-year-olds.

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Abel Ferrara is an American filmmaker and actor. His six sentences are excerpted from Scene, A Memoir.

20260620

Transubstantiation

by Priscilla Bettis

When I was eight years old, I tagged along with the neighbor boy to church. For the wine and bread of communion, there was grape juice in kid-sized cups and little round crackers. As we knelt at the communion rail, the neighbor boy told me they weren’t crackers at all but the body of Christ. BODIES AREN’T FLAT CIRCLES, I shout-whispered the way kids do. He was gazing at the stained glass image of Jesus which painted my friend’s face with a kaleidoscope of color. Without turning away from the Savior, he smiled and said, “They’re not bread, either.”

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Priscilla Bettis is an avid reader and a joyful writer. Priscilla lives in small-town Texas with her two-legged and four-legged family members. She enjoys writing short stories and poems inspired by her awe of the Divine and love for fellow human beings. She is the author of Whispers of a Southern Moon, a short-story and poetry collection. Priscilla is a book reviewer at The Well Read Fish.