Fiction
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Second of April
On the third fools’ day, Ma was shrinking downward and I was floating upward.
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Dead Man Sink
Bennie knew her mother wasn’t beautiful. She knew this because her mother wouldn’t swim.
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Find Me in the Light
I can never figure out the right rhythm and I’m always off beat—interrupting at the wrong moment, letting the silence hang for far too long.
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The Sun Never Sets on the Sunrise Highway
With so little going on, we get to talking. Talk about the past, chitchat to pass the time.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Twinsies
Whatever happened to that one secretary from your job? The one who likes talking about murders instead of doing any work? I bet she already knows more about Aida than I do.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Two Flash Stories by Hyo Jin Ha
Often, they sit in a neat circle around my mug and take turns spitting in it, rubbing their thin hands.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: For the Love of a Body
Conversation was playful; he was charming, I was witty. Our humor bounced off each other seamlessly, smiles and laughs came easy as breathing.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: We Tremble
I want them to say, wow look at Griselda now, thinking her shit doesn’t stink. And I’ll say back to them, it doesn’t ’cause I’m classy now!
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Rumpus Original Fiction: I Couldn’t Say It Was Tuesday
“You need to watch the news. Aren’t you interested in the world? Very important to know what’s going on in the world.”
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Stories by Walker Rutter-Bowman
I could almost taste a wave, see the little crabs escape the surf. A woman screamed in a good way, for the good things.
