Rumpus Original Fiction: Two Flash Fictions by Andrea Passwater
Could scars be daughters? The hands don’t understand why I am asking this.
Fiction
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Shelter in Place
I tell Kurinda I'd lie flat on the floor under a pile of jackets.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Someone Will Come and Get Us
It always feels like I’m making a mistake on purpose.
Rumpus Original Fiction: The Softest Part
We sleep and we pretend to sleep. We wait for the day to turn into night.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Habitat
The airless bubble expanding over their yard now included him. He could hardly breathe.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Infatuation
Until it is awkward. Until it is disturbing. Until she cracks.
Rumpus Original Fiction: In the Large Room Where Your Future Is Kept
She told herself it was a new beginning. Nothing would be taken for granted again.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Orientation
The human animal was at war with itself. It was a cosmic joke with no teller.
Rumpus Original Fiction: Three Flash Fictions by Rebecca Hannigan
Imagine a man looking at the artist looking at the art at the party.
