Featured Flash Fiction
by Peter Clarke
These vignettes originally appeared at Fortunates.
Don’t honk at Jonny while he’s driving too slowly around the lake looking for Laurel. Sometimes girl hunting is like bird watching, a study in patience with no honking allowed.
When I think about my life, I feel like a bottle of soy sauce, screwing its cap off as it tries to read the recipe on its back for easy weeknight lamp chops.
Light gold when the sun shines felicity.
Epitaph summer beside me
looking after your flash,
dear cream puff.