Flash Fiction 40 Anthology - July 2009
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In May 2009, Editor Unleashed and Smashwords co-sponsored The Flash Fiction 40 Contest. Writers submitted stories of 1,000 words or fewer on the Editor Unleashed forum. Maria Schneider, with the community's input, selected the winners. More than 280 writers took up the challenge and posted a story. Here, for your reading pleasure, are the top 40 stories.
Flash Fiction 40
In May 2009, Editor Unleashed and Smashwords partnered to sponsor The Flash Fiction 40 Contest. Writers were invited to post a story of 1,000 words or fewer on the Editor Unleashed forum, and the members would get a chance to read and rank all of the stories. More than 280 writers took up the challenge and posted a story. Here, for your reading pleasure, are the top 40 winners.
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Flash Fiction 40 Anthology - July 2009 - Flash Fiction 40
Flash Fiction 40
An Anthology of 40 Winning Flash Fiction Stories
Sponsored by Editor Unleashed and Smashwords
Published by Smashwords, July 2009
INTRODUCTION
In May 2009, Editor Unleashed and Smashwords partnered to sponsor The Flash Fiction 40 Contest. Any writer could post a story of 1,000 words or fewer on the Editor Unleashed forum, and the members would get a chance to read and rank all of the stories.
More than 280 writers took up the challenge and posted a story. It was a dynamic experiment in what is quickly becoming the new wave of publishing: crowd sourcing and open review.
Both the forum members and editors who made the final cut chose the same story as the Grand Prize winner—a dark, astonishing piece of magical realism titled Fairy Tales
by Laurel Wilczek. You can read about Laurel and her inspiration for her flash fiction in profiles on both Editor Unleashed and at the Smashwords Blog.
In this anthology, you’ll find Fairy Tales
as well as 39 other winning stories from the Flash Fiction 40 Contest. These stories encompass every genre—from literary to horror and beyond—and are 40 outstanding examples of the rapidly evolving flash fiction form. Savor the stories one at a time or spend a few leisurely hours reading the collection in whole. I know you’ll enjoy reading these 40 great flash fiction pieces as much as I did.
-Maria Schneider, Editor Unleashed
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Grand Prize: Fairy Tales, by Laurel Wilczek
At Last, By Nina Perez-Bauschka
Being a Cop, Langley McKelvy
Blind Justice, Jessica A. Weiss
The Brain Eaters, Terri Lynn Coop
Buck and the Twee Fairies of Interstate 20, Gary Cuba
Circles, David Gillett
Defection, Linda Wastila
Dreaming Lies to Change the Truth, kaolin fire
Fate’s Heavy Hand, Jim Bernheimer
Food of the Gods, judy b.
Frangible Choices, Kemari M. Howell
Grief Observed, Laurita Miller
Guardian Demon, Jeanne Tomlin
Mirror, Mirror, Greta Igl
Monday, Selena Kitt
Night Becomes the City, M.P. Berry
In the Nuthouse, d o’brien
Parklife, AlanBaxter
Pirated Twinkies, Shannon Esposito
Pure White, Stephen Book
Reflection, R.J. Keller
Rough Trade, Stephen Nicholson
Running on the Iron Rooster, Michael J. Solender
Sales Call, Graham Storrs
Savor the Moment, Greg Stoll
Sign Language, Linda Courtland
Sportsmen, John Towler
Ten One-hundreds of a Second, Deborah Bundy
The Distraction, Donald Conrad
The Mercantile Exchange, Kim Beck
The Nearest Thing, John Wiswell
The Vial, Tom Bentley
The Vigil of Clouds, Eros-Alegra Clarke
Time for a Change, Carol Benedict
‘Tis the Season, John Marfink
Unscrambling Love, Angel Zapata
Wake up, Please, Jemma Everyhope
What’s in a Name, Mark Souza
When Don Cristobal Eduardo Stabbed his Wife and her Lover, Christopher Sutcliffe
Fairy Tales
By Laurel Wilczek http://www.ravenlaw.wordpress.com/
She knows it won’t be long before they come. Once they’ve discovered the abandoned bed and the unraveled bandages on the floor. They'll figure she's running loose, having escaped the hum of round-the-clock monitors, the clatter of equipment pushed up and down the corridor and the sobbing breath of the battered woman who shares the room with her. They'll know she slipped out the emergency door and up the stairs to the roof, when a patient down the hallway, an old man unwilling to die no matter how tired his heart might be, pressed the call button and summoned the nurses away from their work areas.
Moonlight crawls over the city, its brightness filtered by grey-bellied clouds. Her feet are numb, her arms and legs riddled with goose bumps under the hospital gown. She inhales. Cold air flows into her nose and mouth. It hurts. It hurts. One hand presses against her abdomen, the other floats in space. Her legs are spread like tent poles. Her toes dig into the concrete ledge.
Down in the stairwell, a door opens.
She’s up on the roof. I told the nurses to stop taping the latch. Goddamn nicotine addicts.
Shouldn't we wait for the doctor?
Screw that, he'll write me up on a safety violation even though that's not part of my job description. I'm a janitor, not security. What's her name?
Jane Doe.
She hears their footsteps on the stairs and thinks about the night when the midnight fairies found her. Years after her father's curfews ended. A decade after her mother whispered tales about evil fairies who kidnapped little girls under a full moon. She remembers feeling astonished that—just after she walked two city blocks and arrived, without incident, on the doorstep of her apartment, just after she glanced up and down the street and saw nothing but a ginger cat hunched against the base of a trash can, just as she slipped her keys out of her purse—fingers tangled in her hair and yanked hard. She toppled off the steps into strange hands. Her keys clinked onto the sidewalk. One of her shoes popped off as they dragged her around the corner of the building and into an alley.
Be careful, Freddie, she's drugged to the gills.
I know what I'm doing. Hey there, Janie.
That isn't her name. She would tell them if she could, but the fairies are snarling deep-throated notes and her voice is locked inside her chest. They surround her, submerging her in the odor of stale cigarettes and beer. She sees their faces. Eyes black as licorice. Slack mouths, huffing steam into the refrigerated darkness.
Stop Freddie! She's too close to the edge.
You stand still, Janie Girl, you hear?
The moon above the alley is a hollow eye gouged out of the face of night. The fairies take her wallet and toss the purse aside. They ride her down to the ground. Tear at her clothing until her breasts and thighs are iced by moonlight. Laughter falls like sleet upon her nakedness.
Oh man, I think she's crying.
Shut up, Bobby! Here, girlie, take my hand.
She touches her mouth, her cheeks and her forehead. Probes the stitches zigzagging through her flesh. Tries to scream. But her jaws are wired shut and all her terror, all her fury, all her grief, pools beneath her tongue. She swallows, tastes blood and wonders who will ever love her now that she is broken?
A spurt of wind slips under her gown. The thin fabric rustles like paper wings.
Don't you do this on my shift,
Freddie whispers.
Two stories below the ledge, a man stands on the sidewalk, the tip of his cigar a firefly caught in the sheath of wintry lamplight. He's wearing his best Sunday suit. The one he wore for her First Holy Communion. The one he was buried in after her sixteenth birthday.
Come along, Grace,
her father calls in a wisp of smoke. It's late. Your mother is waiting for us.
At Last
By Nina Perez-Bauschka
He sat at his usual table—second row, far left. It afforded him a clear view of the stage. It was Thursday night, and he arrived at 7:30 sharp as he had every Thursday night for the past three months. She didn't go on until 8:30, but he liked to get his table and order two drinks before she did. He would have another two while she sang, but never more than that.
He wasn't the only regular there.
Two tables to his right was Kris Kringle. It wasn't his real name, of course. Just a nickname given because of his perpetually rosy cheeks and wet eyes as if he had just entered from the cold. It was 7:45 and Kris had been there at least an hour. He would look like that way the whole night—red-faced, and watering eyes, shaky hands tossing back drink after drink. He remained sober through perhaps half of the set and sat through the rest in a whiskey-induced fog. Shortly before closing, Silus the bartender would close out his check and put Kris Kringle in a cab.
He found this most undignified.
At 8:15 he felt her before he saw her. Her presence was as palpable as a heartbeat. She entered the room from the blue door behind him marked, Employees Only.
He heard her before he saw her. She was greeted by Rachel, the waitress with the buck teeth and crooked nose. They exchanged the usual pleasantries and then she laughed at something Rachel said. It was a laugh that washed over his arms and caused heat to rise up his neck. He tightened his grip on his cocktail glass, hoping the ice cubes would reverse the effect up his arm, across his shoulder, through his neck, and over his face which was as red as Kris Kringle's.
The owner, a short repulsive man built like a fire hydrant, slid from his bar stool and put an arm around her waist. He could see this from the corner of his eye and it caused him to grip his glass tighter.
Are you ready, doll?
Doll. What an insult. She was an angel. She was perfection. She was too good for this place with its chipped tables, smoky interior, and menu that consisted of Buffalo wings, potato skins, and a curious dish called an Onion Bloom.
She walked by him in a wave of lilac. He inhaled deeply hoping the scent would last until she passed again. Some nights she'd walk the tables as she sang, occasionally pausing to pay special attention to a fortunate male patron. In three months, she had never stopped at his table. He did not mind. Unlike the others, who fawned over her with unabashed adoration, he did not need special attention. In fact, he preferred it this way. Anonymous. Special in its own way.
She began to sing promptly at 8:30. She sang the blues with the experience of someone twenty years her senior. She sang the blues as if her heart had been broken a thousand times. He wanted to protect her.