Two Flash Fictions by Genelle Chaconas

Collect Call

by Genelle Chaconas

A phone booth fifty miles outside Tulsa, most remote in America, is disconnected from its receiver, which swings by a fiber in the wind. It unlisted from any registry. A quarter, unused from some ancient collect call, still jams the change slot. Chill, rusty windstorms have razed the buttons down to marred hieroglyphics. A mummified set of truck tires point towards the highway. The phone rings. 

Satisfaction Guaranteed

by Genelle Chaconas

The slick phone is raised to your ear, breath in your lungs hot, heavy, wet as boiled lead. Sweat soaks down your hairline. Your ears strain. The sound’s a muffled voice, familiar, panicked, moaning behind fabric, then through something thicker, sounds of struggling, fingernails along scratching something rough, then silence. A voice, on speaker, both near and far away, whispers: “Delivered like you ordered, satisfaction guaranteed.” 

Genelle Chaconas earned their BA in Creative Writing from CSUS (2009), and their MFA in Writing & Poetics from Naropa University (2015). Their first chapbook is Fallout, Saints and Dirty Pictures (little m Press, 2011), and Yet Wave (the Lune, 2017). They’ve been published lots, but don’t namedrop. They serve as head editor of HockSpitSlurp Magazine.

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