Trending
MOST READ
Easy Green: 10 quick ways to make money in college

Easy Green: 10 quick ways to make money in college

College Issue 2014: Sell clothes. Plato’s Closet is a great place to take your gently worn apparel in exchange for cold, hard cash. They accept clothes, shoes and... By Brittany Minor 8/18/2014
SAPD Issues Thousands of Tickets for Homelessness

SAPD Issues Thousands of Tickets for Homelessness

News: Data and records obtained by the Current show that between January 1, 2013, and early October of this year the San Antonio... By Alexa Garcia-Ditta and Elaine Wolff 10/22/2014
6 Sinfully Good Grilled Cheese Sandwiches in SA

6 Sinfully Good Grilled Cheese Sandwiches in SA

Food & Drink: Cheesy Jane’s. Multiple locations, cheesyjanes.com. If the name is any indicator, this San Antonio staple doesn’t mess around when it comes to... By Tommie Ethington 10/22/2014
Alamo Ice House Brings Hill Country to Downtown

Alamo Ice House Brings Hill Country to Downtown

Food & Drink: There was a special kind of draw at Alamo Ice House on a recent Tuesday evening. A handful of weeks after opening its... By Jessica Elizarraras 10/22/2014

Best Local Artist

Best of SA 2013: 4/24/2013
Calendar

Search hundreds of restaurants in our database.

Search hundreds of clubs in our database.

Follow us on Instagram @sacurrent

Print Email

Arts & Culture

Best of Flash Fiction, December 2011

Photo: , License: N/A


Life in chunks. Not the way we all see it all the time, but if you consider the structure of this piece with Elizabeth Kübler-Ross in mind, you may. Though the overall theme may seem bleak, there is a peacefulness to it. A mango-colored calm.
Have a lovely winter break and thanks to everyone for making the SA Current Flash Fiction blog and once-a-month Best Of what it is. This is a unique and excellent San Antonio literary niche. Help make it even better in 2012 by continuing to spread the word. — Lyle Rosdahl

 

"Progression"

by Nicole Cohen

One. The mango light leaks across the horizon and spills into the air in my lungs as I ride on my father's shoulders. He carries me across the threshold, and I start to cry.

Two. I drive in the car with my mother until we come to a stoplight broken, flashing red. She says it means we have to wait for our turn because the other cars have right-of-way. I am impatient, and I don't understand why they seem to have rights that we do not.

Three. I sit at the edge of the pool by the deep end with my figurines, connecting their snap-together hands to form a chain, repeating this over and over and hoping that maybe next time the plastic links will be long enough and strong enough to stretch across the water. The plastic doesn't budge; there is no bridge.

Four. There is heat and fear, and colors flash past like the heat and like the fear that I will see again later when I close my eyes, and even later like the fire I'll show the world if just to wake it up. I roll over and take a sip of water.
Five. I sit in a room alone. It's just me and the mango walls, and everything else fated to be consumed by the ravenous progression of time. •

Lyle Rosdahl, a writer living in San Antonio, edits the flash fiction blog & best of in print for the Current. He created, facilitates, and participates in Postcard Fiction Collaborative, a monthly flash fiction response to a photo. You can see more of his work, including photos, paintings, and writing at lylerosdahl.com. Submit your flash fiction for consideration in future posts and selections to flashfiction@sacurrent.com.

We welcome user discussion on our site, under the following guidelines:

To comment you must first create a profile and sign-in with a verified DISQUS account or social network ID. Sign up here.

Comments in violation of the rules will be denied, and repeat violators will be banned. Please help police the community by flagging offensive comments for our moderators to review. By posting a comment, you agree to our full terms and conditions. Click here to read terms and conditions.
comments powered by Disqus