Beggar Beads by Forrest Johnson

The old man stared at the kitchen table in puzzlement. It was almost eight o’clock, and there was no sign of breakfast. Shuffling slowly in his tattered robe and worn slippers, he looked in the bedroom, then in the bath, and finally the living room. Sarah was nowhere to be found. “She must have gone…

No Man’s Land by James Carter

I swerve outside the lines and laugh. It would be so beautiful if the whole world was candy striped with skid marks, swaddled in burnt rubber’s angry bondage. It’s late. A time when everything seems like it’s made of streetlights and that lurking just beyond is the dumb sucking of space. Just me and one…

Two Poems by Michael Hurley

In Defense of Cosmetic Surgery An Indian surgeon invented the nosejob almost three thousand years ago. Criminals were punished for crimes of adultery by having their noses chopped off in the public square. Some pun, I’m sure, that doesn’t translate: “Sniffing around,” and such. The good doctor returned what was taken. Posed his patients like threats in the…

Two Flash by Sean Prentiss

The Power of a Number I. He wonders, now that she is long gone like another Spokane sunset, how the Property of Inequality even comes into play since their love tied them together like an ellipse ( … ). He knows enough to know that an ellipse means to go on forever. Before it all…

Wedding Photo by Jan English Leary

My parents are standing on the steps of the church, squinting into the sun on the day of their wedding, nearly twenty-five years ago. My father’s smile is confident; he’s sure of his decision, eager about his new responsibilities. He holds her arm as he guides her, his new bride, from the church. My mother…

The Rising Son by Gordon White

The following piece received 1st Place in our 2013 Hallow/Hallowed Flash Fiction Contest. Congrats, Gordon! The Rising Son Donna and I weren’t married, which is probably just one reason we didn’t go up into the sky with most other folks in Despin Creek. Donna set to bawling that we’d missed The Rapture, but I wasn’t…

Not Finding Our Hallowed Mam by Douglas Bruton

The following piece received 2nd Place in our 2013 Hallow/Hallowed Flash Fiction Contest. Not Finding Our Hallowed Mam Da says as how things’ll be different and we’ll have to get used to it and we’ll need to help out. That’s what being a family’s all about, he says. Then his voice shrinks small as a…

Extraordinary Machine by Jan LaPerle

The following piece received 3rd Place in our 2013 Hallow/Hallowed Flash Fiction Contest. Extraordinary Machine The last time I saw Jack Kite alive he was sitting by the river. He was watching the silver fishes flowing beside him, easing like currents through a wire. Jack was the sort of man that only vain and beautiful…

Atavism by Ryan Werner

The following piece received Honorable Mention in our 2013 Hallow/Hallowed Flash Fiction Contest. Atavism Melanie thought that humans descended from birds. Back in the middle of her snap, she paid an old man strung out on heroin fifty bucks to read her past lives, to do a palm reading on the place where her hand…