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prompt: natural, title: a middle path
The cliché, of course, would be that a farm-girl from the outskirts of Cobleskill would adore the outdoors experience while her wife, the city kitty from deepest Westchester, would abhor it. But ...
prompt: mine, title: life goes on
“It’s actually thrill,” she said. “What?” her wife responded incredulously, “what’s thrill?” “That song you were mocking on the radio. The lyric goes… Long After the Thrill of Living Is Gone.” “...
prompt: foil, title: look, up in disguise
“Identity’s the real problem here,” she told her wife, dragging another word processing file to the trash, “no one knows what to do with identity anymore.” Her wife could’ve well pointed out how ...
prompt: omen, title: five cups overturned
“You got a fast car.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” It went on like that. They didn’t have a Ouija board or a tarot deck in that small shack, so they augured with what was to hand. Board games,...
prompt: solitude, title: magical realism
“Did you ever read that book, One Hundred Years of Solitude?” Her wife set the papers she was grading aside, this was going to be One of Those Conversations. “Couldn’t give you Cliff Notes now bu...
keyword "supine" title "by any other name"
For once, she got most of the pop-culture references in the pitch for her wife’s newest play right away. Anyone who survived the American public-schools while mostly-conscious has a glancing unde...
prompt word: angst, title: smells like middle-aged spirit
“How about this title,” she turned to her wife with a pause so pregnant doctors would induce a labor were it not just a metaphor, “Pastrami Ennui.” Her professor wife looked up from her pile of b...
theme "arboreal" title "the cleanest places on Earth"
“You can’t spell ‘arboreal’ without ‘bore’, you know,” her wife gently teased. “You can’t spell it without ‘real’ either,” she teased right back. There was a little bit of truth in her joking of ...
“I’ve been thinking,” her wife said, setting down her coffee. She wanted to quip back “that’s when the trouble starts”, but she respected that her love was the artist, she was the woman of scienc...
keyword "flesh" title "nine months' time"
“Dead skin flakes,” she exclaimed, out of nowhere, as she were shouting her last words from a nightmare upon waking, “the answer’s dead skin flakes!” “The answer to what?” “The answer to the end ...
Book Description
Another thread that has developed in my flash fiction group, about a youngish married lesbian couple, one a theatre producer from near NYC, the other a farm girl who grew up to be a biology professor, little scenes from their life together. Some ideas just kind of happen in flash fiction, I occasionally write about them, I dunno.
