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Fictionaut continues to be such a resource for writers and readers alike. I am struggling to keep up with all the good writing there.

This piece has been in my story of the day queue for some time, and today seems just right. Meg Pokrass has a style and voice all her own, which is what makes her flash fiction so damned attractive. She turns phrases with the fluidity and speed of an Indy car driver. “Zelda” is one of many Pokrass stories I’ve read, but it’s definitely my favorite. Stop by and take a wild ride, and send your work into BLIP, where Pokrass serves as an editor-at-large.

from “Zelda”:

My sex drive walked back in the door with a broken suitcase. Her name was Zelda. She was sort of the new me. I called her Zelda, as though I were a maniac with two selves. During the pain syndrome, the real me had slipped away. My husband had stopped noticing that the me was gone. I bored myself to tears. The real me was unrecognizably plump and asexual.

Not Zelda. She wanted my physical therapist’s body, the one named Brian.