The Life & Times of Minor Characters

By Gretchen Tessmer
Mary Ann had a thrilling day planned—wash basin full of dirty dishes, assorted soap-making and two dozen rabbit-sized waistcoats to iron out.

Diggers

By Amy Lafferty
In summertime we look for things buried in the clay. Our parents call us, but we lose their voices by digging deeper.

Lilly (My One and Only)

By Kaj Tanaka
—sunset like the head of that grotesque peeping tom you told me about the night I understood we would never belong together...

Photo Story: Breaking Point

By Melinda McCamant
The view is better now, a verdant hillside shattered, not one crimson setting sun but hundreds, the dusty smell of late summer drifting in.

Photo Story: This is Where We Are, Now

By Colin Lubner
Years after our planes stopped marking white x’s and asterisks across our blue sky (well, years after our sky stopped being blue at all) and years after our graves stopped staying graves ...

My Daughter’s Hands

By TJ Wood
They once drew from four strings Elgar’s Cello Concerto in E minor. Her arms danced about mahogany stained pine as partners, pulling to and fro.

Under The Shells

By Kayleigh Shoen
After the bomb scare, the high school snapped transparent knapsacks to students’ backs like inside-out turtle shells.

Photo Story: The Locker

By Hoffi Munt
We rent locker space the way our parents rent houses. They are our sliver of space in this public world; a place to store, to fill, to hide.

Gladys

By Alek Barkats
When I walk into the office an exotic bird’s at my desk, typing away. It lifts its talons off the keys, turns its green head. Coffee in the pot!

One Plus One Equals 3: A Couple Co-Writing as ‘Alvarado’

Jacqueline Doyle and Stephen D. Gutierrez are San Francisco Bay Area writers and professors, each with an impressive writing résumé. Additionally, the spouses co-write as the invented Alvarado O’Brien. This time around on 100 Words, learn about three flash aficionados at once!

Cassiopeia

By Jacqueline Doyle
He made his move in the planetarium. She’d been gazing up at the outlines of Cassiopeia in the night sky, squinting to see a queen on a throne.

Lil

By Stephen D. Gutierrez
Our neighbor Lil looked like a TV Indian, all sunbaked and leathery. She wandered the streets brokenly, ill dressed, barely attuned.