Category: Flash

An archive of all of the flash creative nonfiction / flash CNF we’ve published over the years. Our flash category is specifically for pieces up to 800 words.

Something horrible doesn’t happen every year, but the number of personal occurrences and international news events is haunting.

We’re all on the A train to Brooklyn. The disturbed man is telling us, too loudly, that he spent time in a Puerto-Rican prison.

Lola still asks daily what day it is. She asks when her sister Faye, not yet two, will be big. She asks when I will be all better…

Only movement soothes me still. Swimming laps at the city pool I am in my mother’s womb—in liquid, in liquid, in liquid, in motion.

Of course, he would have called them “caps,” but what he kept on the rack in the hallway were, to me, always “hats.”

She is beautiful—like, princess-of-some-obscure-country beautiful or my-dad-is-a-B-list-celebrity-and-my-mom’s-a-performance-artist beautiful.

Houses, trees, telephone poles blur. I close my eyes, but they open. To see how I’m going to die.

… I step outside and meet a squirrel standing between my car’s back tire and the curb.

Today, like hundreds of yesterdays, he prepares for work, clipping closed his knife bag after donning standard culinary regalia.

My father, dying, held out two days to say goodbye to Tommy and Karolyn Burkett, returning as quickly as they could from England.

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