Bellies lined with pyttipanna, we refill our water bottles and stride home from the city centre towards Block 5.
Today I woke up slightly ill and with a sense of nostalgia that was only just bearable.
You caught me, Foxglove, with your upright colour. You turned me from the river thinking I had been alone. I liked your pale and speckled belly, and the tiny fragile hairs guarding your mouth.
Erin hesitates, watching. The old woman is there again, sitting on the swingset overlooking the valley
love is not you but a driving beat disguised in fast-moving glamour
In the worst of Anna’s dreams, Eric is always at his best: more alert, more alive, and more charming than she can remember.
Image: elin o’Hara slavick. J.A. Pak’s writing has been published in a variety of publications, including 7×7, Unbroken Journal, Joyland, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Luna Luna and Atticus Review. For more work, take a look here. Concentric In mid dream, mid journey, there’s a barrier we must cross, flat and vast like an ocean. We’re told the barrier is a monster….
Image: Georgia O’Keeffe, Train at Night in the Desert (1916), © 2018 (The Georgia O’Keeffe Foundation / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York) Andy Cashmore has had flash fiction published in numerous places, including the National Flash Fiction Day Anthology 2014 and The Harpoon Review. He participated in a writing project called Writing Begets Writing, where he…