Maggie DuncanFOUR-TIME Flash! Friday (Rounds 1, 4, 29 and Vol 2 – 29) and 2014 Flashversary winner Phyllis Anne Duncan’s first print collection of short stories was the 2000 paperback, Rarely Well Behaved, which, in 2012, became two separate, reissued books, Blood Vengeance and Fences. In December 2012, she published Spy Flash, a collection of espionage flash fiction stories. Other short stories have appeared in eFiction Magazine in 2011 and 2012, in the 2013 Blue Ridge Anthology, and in 100×100, a collection of 100-word flash fiction. When not writing, reading, or reviewing books, she takes delight in spoiling her grandchildren.

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Vol 2 – 29 Winner


Procedure here is all important. The temptation is to throw on the anti-radiation suit and get to the surface to sample the soil and air. Checkers must don their protective gear with slow, calm deliberation. A single, unseen hole or tear is a death sentence.

The samples over the past two years have crept steadily toward optimum. Every Checker wants to be the bearer of the good news, and it fell to me. I checked and re-checked the readings, but I could reach only one conclusion: In a few months we could return to the surface.

Back inside, I remove my mask, hoping my smile will herald the news, but I see the technician back up, hand over her mouth. My lip just below my nose itches, and I rub it. My fingers come away bloody. The technician closes the airlock.

I’m alone on the surface, awaiting the inevitable with slow, calm deliberation.

Procedure here is all important.


Round 29 Winner

Eterno Sorriso

“And here we have possibly the most famous work in the Louvre, Da Vinci’s portrait of whom we believe is Lisa Gherardini, wife of the Florentine merchant, Francesco el Giocondo,” said the museum docent.

Under the careful eye of the guard, the tourists gathered around the portrait, held back by its protective enclosure.

“You probably know it as the ‘Mona Lisa,’ but we call it ‘La Gioconda,’” the docent continued.

“Is that the picture that was in that Da Vinci code movie?” asked one man. The guard looked him over. An American, of course.

“That was ‘The Last Supper,’” the docent replied, her smile indulgent.

“Can we see that?” the tourist asked.

No, you moron, the guard thought, because it’s in Milan.

The docent moved the group along, and the guard met the eyes of Lisa Gherardini. If only they knew, he heard her say inside his head. His smile echoed hers.

The real Da Vinci code was his formula for immortality, and who better to guard his masterpiece but Il Maestro himself?


Week Four Winner 

The Horror of It

Hands shaking, he opened the door. What he saw brought his free hand to his mouth to stifle his scream.

Gouts of red splashed the walls, the tub, the shower, rivulets running down the wall to pool on the floor. There was so much of it. He could see streaks of it across the mirrors, on the toilet seat. The rugs were soaked with it, discarded towels clotted with it. Every surface of the once pristine bathroom had been defiled, and he dare not step inside, lest he slip in a puddle of it and be covered himself.

His whole body on the verge of convulsing, he closed his eyes, but the horrific image had burned on his retinas. What should he do? Whom should he call? How could this have happened? He opened his eyes again and saw his wife, covered in the red mess.

“Next time,” she said, “I go to the hairdresser for a color job.”


Week One Winner

On Friday, everything changed, and this should have been the story of everyone’s lifetime.

In 1974, we sent the Arecibo Message out into the universe, and we, young and eager for a reply, celebrated the intellectual exercise. The decades passed in silence, and we were still there, now old and cynical.

On December 21, 2012, the answer came: “We are here. Shall we meet?” Our arthritic high-fives resounded, then reality dawned. Interstellar distances and human life-spans being what they are, we debated the futility of responding, of not being here for the follow-on message. And so, we replied, “Never mind.”

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