A.R. Geiger

Flash Fiction

  • Slowing Down

    They’re waking up when I come into town. Shopkeepers, housewives. A few beggars. This town doesn’t…

  • Herb-Woman

    Rose hips grow by the wooden gate, red fruit already wrinkling in the late-summer sun. I…

  • Ash and Smoke

    I buy the kerosene at the shop around the corner. The woman selling it smiles at…

  • On The Edge Of Living

    All men die, I tell them when they ask me why the world ends the way…

  • Almost Life

    He was dying when he told me, “I had an almost life.” The nurses sent for…

  • Go To Sleep

    I come when the library closes. The lights are out, except for the lamp Mrs. Wilfe…

  • Heartsmith

    They say the best shops are the easiest to find. I don’t agree with that. I’ve…

  • I Knew

    The house had a basketball hoop in the driveway. I remember that most of all. That…

  • Knitting Prayers

    My grandmother kept prayers in her knitting basket. To me, it seemed an odd place to…

  • Soul Colors

    I have a secret. I see colors. I don’t mean that I see the leaves turning…