Underwater New York

Flash Fiction: the Hebrew Newspaper Fossil, Two Shipwrecks on Top of Each Other and Gowanda the Harp Seal

The Middle of the Hudson by Eirik Gumeny

My buddy and me were standing along Van Der Donck when we saw it go down. We’d just finished at Westchester Environmental and were covering up the smell of bleach with a couple of cigs. It was late, maybe midnight, not a time when you’d really expect to see any boats, y’know? But we’d see ‘em sometimes. Some trust fund kid’d shove a handful of cocaine up his nose and take out daddy’s mini-yacht to show off for some chick and try to pork her under the moonlight. Almost be romantic if they weren’t such yuppie pricks. › Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Silicon Breasts, Coney Island

Hippolyte by Richard Larson

They were out on the salt-slimed boardwalk when Jack showed her the tits nestled obscenely in their plastic. Kristine shoved them back in the bag.

“Is it really that bad?” she asked, looking out over nightskinned harbor. › Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Baby Doll Heads, Dead Horse Bay

Baby Doll Heads Beached by Matt Crowley

I’m standing on Dead Horse Bay beach to see off the hurricane, to get a good look at its inconceivable proportions before it moves on to do its marauding elsewhere. And here I make an uncommon discovery: a group of simulated-ceramic baby doll heads enmeshed in a slummy cloud of soggy refuse, pitched onto the sands by the fury of the storm. › Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: A Bag of Lottery Tickets, Prospect Park Pond

Fat by Tanya Bryan

Things come easy to the young, the pretty, the thin. When you’re fat like me, your prospects narrow. As you grow older, uglier, fatter, you realize that it’s not going to get any better than the mediocre that’s already happened. I’m not bitter that I get paid less for the same job that younger and less experienced colleagues do. I’m bitter that my own body has worked against me all these years, held me back from doing better, being better. › Continue reading

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