
Mist hung over the green-blue water of the McKenzie, hiding the boat-ramp from the island of rocks….




The visitation room at Highland Springs is packed by the time I arrive.

Mist hung over the green-blue water of the McKenzie, hiding the boat-ramp from the island of rocks….

The doctor sat on the edge of the hospital bed and said, “Glen, you have a tumor in your brain.”

Do it.” You hand me the shaver and kneel, facing away from the mirror.


[Editors Note: This post was updated at 1:30 p.m. ET on May 4 to reflect the winning announcement and to add links to each story.] Our amazing reading team has finished reviewing entries in Hippocampus Magazine’s third annual We Love Short Shorts Contest for Flash Creative Nonfiction, and we are thrilled to announce this year’s…