Flash Fiction by J. Bradley


The doctor said I was lucky to walk away with only a fractured collarbone and stitches. My father sat on the edge of the adjacent hospital bed. He gripped the mattress as a nurse stitched his left cheek shut. My father told the doctor, the police, the nurse, how he lost control of the car, how the tree trunk warped the hood and grill. He didn’t tell them it happened right after I said I wanted to try out for little league.


J. Bradley is a writer based out of Orlando, FL. His chapbook, Neil, won Five [Quarterly]'s 2015 e-Chapbook Contest for Fiction. He runs the Central Florida based reading series/chapbook publisher There Will Be Words and lives at iheartfailure.net. He is working on a novella-in-flash about multigenerational kidnappings, from which this piece was excerpted.

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