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Five flash fictions blindly selected by Eclectica from Alex Keegan's Boot Camp's July Blast.
Various Authors
Rick wouldn't have wanted a priest, either. But there the priest was, fat as Hem but womanish, droning away in sad, singsong Latin. And Rick wouldn't have wanted to be dead. Yet there he was, about two minutes away from dropping permanently into the wet Cuban ground on a hot Cuban day.
Terence S. Hawkins
"Papoose has blue eyes!" they said, leaning over the carriage. "May not live through the winter."
Anna Sidak
The gas lamps along the bridge were lit by then, and as I made my way across the river, I saw the dark form enter the boulevard. What secured my gaze was a gas lamp that exploded without instigation, particles of glass hurled in obtuse directions, and I became frightened.
Joseph Zozaya
Just look at her, for God's sake. There's never a bra helping out her big fallen boobs, which dance beneath her potato sack dresses, some of them tie-dyed, all of them smelling like the guy who works the night shift at 7-11.
Caroline Kepnes
He snatched up his tote bundle and stepped toward the mouth of the teepee, moving with exaggerated abruptness, hoping to appear wholly driven by anger; though, in truth, he simply didn't want to hurt so much in her presence.
Dennis Kaplan
The pain I felt the next morning was indescribable.
Eduardo Carvajal
The Terrible Virtue of the Cartilaginous Fishes
Between paintings the artist welcomed a few individuals into the studio: Isabella, his mistress; Salvatore Lugatti, the dealer who handled his paintings; and Donato, a stout little man with the large hands of a sculptor (or perhaps a butcher) who provided the artist with a steady supply of curiosities.
J.R. Salling
"If Jesus Christ were standing before me right now," John said, "You know what I'd ask? I'd ask Him to let Hank Williams out of hell."
Jeff Crook
