Bear by Ben Loory
My wife and I went camping one day. It was nice! But that night, we met a bear. He came into our tent and sat down and stared at us, kept pawing sort of sadly at the ground. What…
My wife and I went camping one day. It was nice! But that night, we met a bear. He came into our tent and sat down and stared at us, kept pawing sort of sadly at the ground. What…
And that’s when I know what I want to be. Not the cowboy, flailing all spaghetti in the afternoon sun. But the horse bucking and shaking that small man off his back. My father was out of work again.…
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The slime of shredded pork meat coats Minh’s fingers as she mixes strands of mushroom, carrot shavings, and salt. Her hands ache from clawing, squeezing, and lifting. She wants to sit, but she needs to have her feet planted…
Our hotel in Rome is a former monastery, darkly shadowed, stone. There is no elevator. He hauls both of our suitcases up three flights of stairs. I wait for him at the top. His muscles flex, his forehead creases.…
My husband, Gordon, looked as though he’d found religion—as though he’d never tasted real food before this beef stew meal at Angie and Ron’s. He appeared to be sucking his teeth after every bite, taking his time, thinking about…
And I started thinking about what it meant to be a woman who chooses, instead, to age naturally. It seemed that this was becoming more and more a radical idea.
I also began to think about the tenuous nature of female friendships. My friendships with the mothers of my kid’s friends at the school, though enjoyable, were centered around our children. Whenever I tried to talk to them about real things in my life, real issues, the conversations died.
I began writing a story about two couples having a dinner together in which one of the women friends has had both her face and breasts redone. I’m intrigued with how this now “normal” occurrence in affluent western culture effects not only the lives of those who are enhanced, but the lives of those around them. In the story, the husband of the enhanced woman is very proud of his wife’s new appearance. It’s as if he’d suddenly married a pedigreed show dog.
The biggest conflict in the story has to do with the absent and vulnerable teenage son, a messy kid, who has been shipped off to boarding school. The son represents the embodiment of the mother’s own perceived flaws, and like her aborted wrinkles and sags, needed to be hidden in order for the parent’s marriage to stay intact. This is also true with their poor cat, “Tuna,” who we see, in the end, is being offered to the neighborhood raccoons.
I’m thrilled that CRAFT chose to reprint this story. It was first published by The Center for Fiction in NYC. It’s one that I feel especially close to.
MEG POKRASS is the author of six flash fiction collections and an award-winning book of prose poetry. Her work has been recently anthologized in two Norton Anthology Readers, Best Small Fictions 2018 and 2019, the Wigleaf Top 50 List, and has appeared in 350 literary magazines online and in print, including Electric Literature, Tin House, Tupelo Quarterly, SmokeLong Quarterly, Wigleaf, and Five Points. She currently serves as Flash Challenge Editor at Mslexia Magazine, Festival Curator for Flash Fiction Festival, U.K. (Bristol), Co-Editor of Best Microfiction 2020, and Founding/Managing Editor of New Flash Fiction Review. Her latest collection of flash, The Dog Seated Next to Me (Pelekinesis Press), will be out in September of 2019.