Flash fiction from Peter Kelly about angst and midnight.

A nice little twist at the shrink’s office. A short story by Carrie Cohen

A dominatrix working near Ground Zero receives a ghastly request from a tooth fetishist. A short story by Carrie Cohen

A short story with some Tolstoy, Russian fiends, breasts, and that beloved craze called Lost. By Brigit Kelly Young

As the short story’s author described, “A piece of literary filth if you want it.” Religious eroticism in the vein of classical surrealism. By David Henry Sterry

Yes, Charley had come down from upstate New York visiting with friends at the Dutchess County Fair. He had flat out lost the set of house keys that had hung on an alleged tribal Shrunken Head key ring. By Kevin Herlihy

She had a vast collection of syringes in a box that she stored in her closet and a faded-yellow grocery bag of flexible plastic tubes to fashion a tourniquet from.

It stopped dead two feet in front of the sliding cage door. Its huge lead cell battery was spasmodically powering the large electric motor that drove the two-foot diameter hard rubber rear wheels.

If you walk down a street with two friends, people you consider to be brothers, though blood is not a matter of the relationship or bond, then it may be of benefit to know whether they share the same sentiment.

The old house by the highway was perfect when we found it – at the right price and in the right place, exactly what we’d hoped for.