by Brad Rose
I have a small car. It’s economical. Yesterday, as I drove by the neighbors, I waved. Their lawn is dead, too. They told me that it wasn’t because of extraterrestrials. What the hell do they know?
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Brad Rose's latest book is I Wouldn’t Say That, Exactly.
20260927
20260926
Understand
by Susan Isla Tepper
You won’t understand. How miserable I am. How sad and lonely. Now that he’s gone. I know about death. That doesn’t help.
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Susan Isla Tepper is the author of seven published books of fiction and poetry. Her most recent is a novella titled GIRL UPSIDE DOWN.
You won’t understand. How miserable I am. How sad and lonely. Now that he’s gone. I know about death. That doesn’t help.
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Susan Isla Tepper is the author of seven published books of fiction and poetry. Her most recent is a novella titled GIRL UPSIDE DOWN.
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Robert McEvily
20260925
Tick vs Tock
by Steven Lemprière
Tick; Harry, Grandfather’s antique wall-mounted dining-room clock. Tock; Father’s nineteen-sixties General Electric—appropriately named—bedside timepiece. Tick; dinnertime and Harry chimes, summoning family as metronome-like, he conducts us to our traditional Sunday roast. Tock; dawn, beep, beep, beep—the sun rises, as does Father, and therefore, without choice, so do I. Tick; Father has clocked out. Tock; no longer alarmed, I roll over and return to sleep—Zzz-Zzz-Zzz…
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Steven Lemprière's work has appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine, The Drabble, Friday Flash Fiction, 50-Word Stories, 50 Give or Take, Punk Noir Magazine, The Hoolet’s Nook, Literary Garage, Suddenly and Without Warning, and Paragraph Planet. He took a creative writing course while a patient at an Irish psychiatric hospital, and shortly after his discharge, the Cúirt International Festival of Literature shortlisted him for the New Writers Prize. When not writing, he’s seeking the sleep he lost as a child.
Tick; Harry, Grandfather’s antique wall-mounted dining-room clock. Tock; Father’s nineteen-sixties General Electric—appropriately named—bedside timepiece. Tick; dinnertime and Harry chimes, summoning family as metronome-like, he conducts us to our traditional Sunday roast. Tock; dawn, beep, beep, beep—the sun rises, as does Father, and therefore, without choice, so do I. Tick; Father has clocked out. Tock; no longer alarmed, I roll over and return to sleep—Zzz-Zzz-Zzz…
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Steven Lemprière's work has appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine, The Drabble, Friday Flash Fiction, 50-Word Stories, 50 Give or Take, Punk Noir Magazine, The Hoolet’s Nook, Literary Garage, Suddenly and Without Warning, and Paragraph Planet. He took a creative writing course while a patient at an Irish psychiatric hospital, and shortly after his discharge, the Cúirt International Festival of Literature shortlisted him for the New Writers Prize. When not writing, he’s seeking the sleep he lost as a child.
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Robert McEvily
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