Tag: short story
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The Taxi Driver by Alexandra Carcel
The woman on the street corner looked just like his mother. He stared at her, watching as she slipped around the corner, skirt swishing around her ankles. He blinked, and she was gone. The doctor shook himself and looked at his watch. If he didn’t catch a taxi soon, he’d be late for his…
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Drowning by Jim Bates
“You kids be careful,” my aunt called to us as we raced out the door. “I’ll be down in a minute after I finish…” My guess was that she was going to say, “After I finish taking the last tray of cookies out of the oven.” But my brother and I were too excited…
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Open Call for Submissions!
F lora Fiction is looking for artists, writers, poets, photographers, illustrators, and others to be featured for Volume 4 Issue 2, Spring Issue set to release on June 21st 2023. We’re inspired by you and would love to see what you have to offer. Please check out our previous issues for reference of work we’ve published. If your…
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Romantique by Jonathan B. Ferrini
“I live in a world of spring showers of acrylic and watercolor droplets painting the score on the pavement of a Chopin Nocturne.” These were the last words my brother said to me ten years ago at dad’s funeral. I welcomed the opportunity to see him and express my regret for the lost time…
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Freedom by Gretchen Gossett
I often wonder if Azari would’ve been okay if I’d kept my secret to myself. Maybe she would’ve gone home to her parents, settled for a husband she’d learn to love. When I first saw Azari strutting across campus in her platform heels, low cut blouse, and miniskirt that revealed the curve of her ass…
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Fiery Quilt by Nandy Dibyasree
The Seamstress. That was what she was known as, the most omniscient witch in all of existence. She held in her palms the tapestries of every world amidst the crevices that peered through time and space. Each era, each incident, each recollection, was etched into her omnipotent needles. Regarded as the Stitcher, the Embroiderer, she…
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Gold by Jim Bates
Wearing a pink tank top and tights, Lindsey Copeland danced out of her corner into the center of the ring. Her opponent, a kid named Frankie she knew from her seventh-grade art class, approached her confidently. She could see him smirking and she knew exactly what he was thinking. You’re going down, little girl. Or…
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Rain Requiem by Lynda Webb
You left me behind, walking with Brahms in your ears. Outside, nature’s conductor slashed her baton and created bayside darkness with one stroke. Thunder growled and I thought it was the garbage truck’s percussive movement down the salt and sand packed macadam. Facing the Gulf, the ocean pranced, cat paws of white foam hitting the…
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The Road by E.E. King
I didn’t mean to kill her – not really. But it’s hardly an excuse- especially because I’d been hired to do exactly that. I can still see the moment of death – I probably always will. It was less gruesome and more final than I’d expected… if I’d expected anything. Truth be told, the…