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Friday Flash Fiction – “Demolition”

“It has to be done.  We can’t just leave her there.”

“You’re the one who wanted to hide her behind the wall in the first place.”

“That was a long time ago.  I was afraid.  She didn’t know the difference once she was dead anyway.”

“Yeah, but now…it’s, like, decayed back there.”

“Maybe there’s nothing but dust now.  Either way, the house comes down tomorrow.  It isn’t right to let a stranger find her.”

With a gulp and eyes squeezed shut, the box was removed.  The siblings stared down at the stickers and childish writing covering the lid.

RIP Smokey


Flash fiction is taking the world by storm, and everyone seems to have their favorite dazzling name for these word-limit wonders.  Pamelyn Casto, in her article Flashes On The Meridian, states that “other names for it include short-short stories, sudden, postcard, minute, furious, fast, quick, skinny, and micro fiction. In France such works are called nouvelles. In China this type of writing has several interesting names: little short story, pocket-size story, minute-long story, palm-sized story, and my personal favorite, the smoke-long story (just long enough to read while smoking a cigarette). What’s in a name? That which we call flash fiction, by any other name would read as bright.”  I like the idea of some of these names even better than “flash”. 

What are your favorite monikers for this up-and-coming genre? 

Could you invent one of your own?

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15 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fiction – “Demolition”

  1. Nice one – it was similar to Lindaura Glamoura’s, which many readers, including myself, at first didn’t understand was a pet, not a human. We tend to expect the gruesome, I think. Not a problem with yours, though; excellent!

  2. When I was growing up (many many years ago) a few of the kids on my block … including myself … found some bird eggs broken at the base of a neighbor’s tree. We dug little graves and put crosses made of toothpicks and popcicle sticks to memorialize them. We were later memorialized in the local newspaper (must have been a slow news day) with photographs and a short article. Smokey’s story brought those memories back. I agree with Carlos … we expect something dark and gruesome, so your gentle and innocent twist caught a lot of us off guard. I went back to see if you had set it up for us, though, and discovered that you planted quite a bit of foreshadowing along the way. Nice job

  3. I liked the gentle ending, especially after you’ve been killing people off quite a bit in these Flash Fiction stories lately, lol. Sneaky! 🙂

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