Archives for October 2015

Flash Fiction–Garden Party


Helen fell to her knees as if struck by a stone. Her harvest scene of scarecrows, cornstalks, and pumpkins was again in ruins. Had the fox returned?
She smiled when she spied her recent acquisition. The jaunty gnome clutched a tiny pipe and grinned back with pumice-colored eyes. At least he was still planted firmly where she had placed him.
Or was he? Since the injury, Helen’s thoughts were often muddled by medication. She looked at her watch. Time for another pill.
She headed toward the house as a delicate wisp of smoke arose, encircling the head of her new friend.

Tricia Pimental
Bayou City Branch

Flash Fiction–In Justice

In Justice

Sally runs to playground. Sally swings on swing. A group of schoolyard bullies beats up Sally and steals her lunch money. Sally organizes a team of avenger-nerds, chases down thieves, retrieves lunch money, and is elected class president. Chastened bully ring-leader grows up to write redemptive novel that wins Pulitzer for its realistic portrayal of criminal reform. Sally writes flash fiction, laughing out loud.

Question: Did you assume the bully was a boy?

Treanor Baring
Bayou City Branch, TX

Editor’s Note: I’m hoping to be able to publish a chapbook of Flash Fiction October through Pen Women Press. This will be a small, limited project, a small way of getting our members’ work in print. In the meantime, I’m posting the accepted flash fiction submissions in the order that I received them. The Poem of the Week feature will return in November, so poets, please keep those submissions coming.

Here’s a draft of the cover of the chapbook–I’m working on getting a cost estimate for 100 copies. flash!coverIf we can get donations, we can distribute free of cost! The photo on the cover, which I took in St. Pancras train station in London, represents for me what makes flash fiction so appealing. It’s a quick spiral to personal moments and insight about people. Keep writing, Pen Women!–Treanor Baring, Poetry Editor, Website Content Editor, NLAPW

Flash Fiction–Roadside Redemption

Roadside Redemption

The Caddy ahead of Jim hit a pothole and rolled over. The driver was an elderly customer who always told him he made the best Reuben ever.

After dialing 911, he grabbed a glass-shattering device from his trunk. He saw flames shooting from the car, broke her window, unlocked the door and freed the seat belt. At one point, while he carried her to safety, she grinned, whispering, “Reuben,” before losing consciousness.

It struck Jim he didn’t care his son hadn’t hit a home run last week or his wife seemed cranky lately. The air they breathed was sweet.

Calder Lowe,
Modesto Branch, CA

Flash Fiction–Savannah’s Solution

Savannah’s Solution

Both moon and stars are dependable touchstones, glittering night sky jewels, delivering the sweet startle of childhood awe for Savannah, nascent astronomer, precocious three year old. One night, after the new moon, Savannah and her grandmother begin their ritual sky watch. As the sliver lunar crescent eases above the horizon, thin as a curved potato chip standing on its side, Savannah, surprised by the moon’s shape gasps, “Grandma, the moon is broken! What happened to the other part?” Then, before grandma can explain moon phases, Savannah pats her hand whispering, “Don’t worry Grandma, my daddy can fix it!”

Lynn M. Hansen
Modesto Branch, CA


Flash Fiction–Serial Killer


The punk behind the register snorted when Dave dropped his grocery bag.
Dave picked it up and then looked the chain-wearing youth in the eye. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“Rick Stone,” the kid sneered. “Why?”
Dave left the store without replying.
That night, Dave wrote a graphic short story about the murder and dismemberment of a teenaged punk named Rick Stone.
On Thursday evening, he read it to his writers’ group. The newest member was the first to comment. “Sounds like you’re struggling with some adolescent angst,” she said.
“What’s your name?” Dave asked.

Kathleen Powers-Vermaelen
Suffolk County Branch, NY

Flash Fiction–Chance Meeting

Flash Fiction October is here! Need I say more?

Chance Meeting

Elizabeth and Bob shared good years together until he reveled in his success as a plastic surgeon. Then he developed an inflated ego that affected their marriage.
When she turned fifty, Bob began a series of affairs that led to an eventual divorce.
Six months later, Elizabeth saw him in Starbucks. Bob’s dewy-eyed companion looked half his age. After looking her over, Elizabeth strode to their table to make the kill!
“Bob, I see you’ve switched your practice to pediatrics.”
He was definitely not amused, but revenge is sweet. Elizabeth felt better than she had in ages.

Marlene Klotz
Boca Raton Branch, FL