Five Minute Observations

Tag: flash-fiction

  • The Word Got Very Tired

    The Word Got Very Tired

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    Joe Class III
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    “I was this close.” Danny shows the gap between his thumb and forefinger. “I had it on me. I just. I couldn’t.” “None of us did.” Ray’s voice is flat. The woman at the counter picks up her phone. Nobody moves. They have ten minutes. Maybe less. And everything that comes after depends on what…

  • Bad Math

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    Joe Class III
    in

    The foam hits my knees. Two linebackers line up their play. Someone’s going down hard tonight—and it ain’t gonna be me. Where’s Jessica?

  • “ALL ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC IS SATANIC!”

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    Joe Class III
    in

    “ALL ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC IS SATANIC!” Me and my friends laughed at him. Well, they did. I was a bit too scared to laugh, as my Dad was a local Southern Baptist church pastor. But in Dublin, California, we didn’t call it Southern Baptist. We moved from Arkansas in the spring of 1980. My…