by Trevor K. McNeil The tick from my watch seemed somehow louder in the silence. The clock/radio on the desk
The hawk circled high on the warm updrafts from the garden below. His keen eyes scanned the ground closely, searching
Congratulations to Rich Young, the winner of the April 2014 Flim-Flam Game for his flash fiction story “The Scraping.” In
“How long is this supposed to take?” the smaller one asked the bigger one. “As long as it takes,” the
by Rich Young The stairs were the problem. That Thomas could hear the Scraping within the walls and see the
“Wait, she actually bit it.” Mr. Silver adjusted the optics in his main eye, zooming in on a woman chewing
by Anthony McColgan Sean liked to use his lunch breaks to watch the construction of Dome Six. When he was