flash fiction by Elizabeth Brico

Does That Work on Velociraptors?

It is one of those days when the sun dazzles across the waves and the sky languishes in its warm blue appeal.  Once upon a time, these were Angie’s favorite days; days when she would leave her shop door open, bask in the marine musk, and let herself be lulled by the sound of seagulls prizing in the distance, but now the smell that rises from the bay is that of gore and rancor, and the only sounds are the shrieks of constant human suffering.

Broken Mirror by Elizabeth Brico

Broken Mirror

Patricia’s body felt like it was sinking downward.  As though gravity had been turned up against her.  Her breath was short, trapped in her chest, and she felt poisoned by the paranoid, impossible certainty that the walls were clutching at her.  Patricia had always been the level-headed one.  Not prone to over-worrying like her own mother, or to whimsical imaginings like her husband and children.  But now…now she was half-crazy with thoughts of plummeting through the earth or being consumed by the sky.  It was humiliating. She crossed her legs, very tightly, and passed a hand over her face. “I can’t do this,” she sighed. “You can’t do what?” asked Amy. “I just…I don’t…I don’t have the words.” “That’s okay.  Wait for them.” Amy’s voice […]