by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2024 | Featured, Flash Fiction
The Hardee’s Coffee Club I’d seen them all humped over at a table slurping coffee in a mostly empty Hardee’s at 6:30 a.m. in my hometown when I ran in and ordered a bacon and egg biscuit with hash browns and a diet coke because the drive-thru had...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 6, 2024 | Featured, Flash Fiction
Gone Fishing I bounced past the other boy in the bedsit balancing on the balcony. I’d just woken up. He’d been pulling fishing line out of his mouth for sixty-three days now and the floats had just stopped. ‘Not sure how much more I’ve got!’ and...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2024 | Featured, Flash Fiction, Prose
After the Tribe When she left, the winds picked up and the bloated sun filled the horizon with fire, the sky turning ochre. She hurried in the heat, leaving behind what she called a tribe, not a homeland. She still remembers the scale of the...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 4, 2024 | Flash Fiction, Prose
The Small and Many Forms of Sadness I have compiled an incomplete list of the small and many forms of sadness that can be experienced by humans. The sadness of cracking the spine of a new book. The sadness of odd socks. The sadness of attempting...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2024 | Featured, Flash Fiction
The Generals There must be some kind of key, some motive-piece, that explains where we are, or were, or will be. We don’t know how we know this. Maybe a map held in some archive that can never safely be released or viewed; drawn up for an...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 11, 2024 | Featured, Flash Fiction, Prose
Mr F (of Supple Mind) Blessed are the weak of mind for they shall have the appearance of answers and be troubled only when they encounter people with contrary answers and yet not really troubled for although they may become angry it is evident...
