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Congrats to the Winners of our 2022 Blurred Genre Flash Contest!

Read the flash pieces at the links below: 1st Place: "Grief Birds" by Sam Moe 2nd Place: "Something's Still Going Down at the Meijer on Central Ave" by Joshua Jones Lofflin 3rd Place: "A Fish Story" by Jeremy T. Wilson Finalists: "Still Here" by Matt Barrett and "We Iron Dad's Underwear" by Kristina T. Saccone Honorable Mention: "Not Nowadays and Never Here" by Patricia Q. Bidar"Self-Portrait as Ricochet" by Despy Boutris"The Crossroads-Coin" by Wilbur Charles-Wallace"Flight to …

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Contest Winners, Fiction

Grief Birds

We know what you are, say the pale birds who won’t leave my apartment, eldest daughter, you are no certain thing, telling me I inherited stove coils, a shit sense of humor, they are gaping mouths, curled fingers, flaws bundled in grandmother’s fabric, abuelita would never stand for this. I imagine she would unravel hundreds of feet of yarn-turned-leaf-buds, turned-red-flowers, ven aquí, she would say, dejame ver and together we’d rub ointment into the cracks in my skin. She is gone, I don’t have …

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Something’s Still Going Down at the Meijer on Central Ave

The cops left hours ago and took with them the drunk who’d gotten Karened for riding the Penny Pony. We saw it all. Dee says he wasn’t a drunk, just tired. I hope wherever they take him he gets some sleep, though Dee says that’s not how it works dummy, and I don’t argue. Not with Dee. Besides, the Penny Pony’s still going, and that’s why we’re standing here, not even pretending to shop any longer. The brown fiberglass legs churn and churn. I used to ride it as a kid. Thought for sure they’d …

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A Fish Story

Worm. Hook. The cast. Ripples over water. Cork aching for a tug. The boy already says he’s bored. But I can’t tell him that bored is just another word for wanting. A state he thinks will last forever, like him, bobbing along in the water, no care what’s below, what might bite. The first time I caught a bass, my father freed it from the hook and slapped its scales across my pale face, playfully, like you tickle a baby just wanting to hear it giggle. But I won’t do the same to him because his …

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Contest Winners, Fiction

Still Here

In light of his injuries, my brother packed his things into a van, signed a note to his wife with “In another life,” and dissolved into a cloud of dust off route 15 before returning three months later, healed and out of breath. He was younger than before and more handsome, and a part of us doubted it was him until he told us how he’d lost his leg and two fingers, a story only his wife and I knew. When he walked on both legs to the edge of their pond and emerged on the other side as a fish, we …

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Contest Winners, Fiction

We Iron Dad’s Underwear

I find my ghost sitting cross legged on the concrete floor of the laundry room, the place in our house that’s most certainly haunted by things that move between the walls, settle in the crawl space. I imagine they edge forward on elbows and knees like an army man in the muck, emerging from the hole that doubles as its door, wearing nothing but a half broken skull dancing in dust mites and mouse droppings. It’s a split level, the laundry room is half above and half below ground with …

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