Flash Fiction – Aly Writes

Guests in the Night

The edge of my bed is digging into the back of my thighs, and my neck aches where it meets my slouching shoulders. I deflate with a sigh. Defeat lowers himself down onto my rounded back and settles in, making his bulk comfortable. He’s heavy.

Love is Just One Side of a Two-Faced Coin

Midweek, we’d steal moments between classes, adjourning to his office, door bolted, to debrief each other. We came close to getting caught more times than I can count, but people didn’t want to see what they didn’t want to see and so we carried on.

The botched pursuit of a mate by adult males of the order Lepidoptera

It’s 2:00 am, and I’m bent over the sink, sucking mango off the stone, juice running down my forearms and dripping onto yesterday’s dirty dishes. Seventy-two moth carcasses fill the garbage can in their crumpled Kleenex shrouds.

Bah Humbug

What I wouldn’t give for a silent holy night without that snoring in the next room rattlin’ the window panes.

I Am the Deafening Silence

I am the slow spurt of water, reluctant, always too hot and always too cold. I am three hairs stuck to the shower wall in different coloured shapes and lengths that are so far from home they’ll never be un-lost.

The Earth is Flat and Other Lies I Tell Myself

Morning comes the way it always does, harsh and sudden and unwelcome. I’ll just hit snooze one more time. I won’t be late again.

The Girl Who Screamed in the Night

I fear for her and I fear her and I fear what kind of person I’ll become when screams in the night won’t lift me from my chair.

Fern Factory

In a green and mossy wood, a beam of sunlight lit a clump of ferns.

Found: One Women’s Slipper, Right Foot, Fur Trim, Some Water Damage

I couldn’t very well leave it there. It had a mate somewhere and whether it had been lost or abandoned was not for me to know.

There’s a Fist-Sized Hole in the Kitchen Window

It’s that kind of day where you pray for a whisper of a breeze to kiss the beads of sweat that sting your eyes. You don’t move a muscle, lying on the dock, fingers trailing in tepid water. The lump of a secret too huge to swallow grows in your throat until you think you’llContinue reading “There’s a Fist-Sized Hole in the Kitchen Window”