Three Flash Fictions by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois: "Race", "Deloris Believes in America" and "Krockmalnik Brothers"

Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois has had over fourteen-hundred of his poems and fictions appear in literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad, including INDIANA VOICE. He has been nominated for numerous prizes, and. was awarded the 2017 Booranga Writers’ Centre (Australia) Prize for Fiction. His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a clinical psychologist in a state hospital, is available forKindle and Nook, or as a print edition. To read more of his work, Google Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois. He lives in Denver, Colorado, USA.

Flash Fiction By Mitchell Grabois: "Beautiful Suit"

Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois has had over eight hundred of his poems and fictions appear in literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad, including INDIANA VOICE JOURNAL. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize for work published in 2012, 2013, and 2014. His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a clinical psychologist in a state hospital, is available for Kindle and Nook, or as a print edition. He lives in Denver.

Flash Fiction: "Battery" by Mitchell Grabois

Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois' poems and fictions have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad. He is a regular contributor to The Prague Revue, and has been thrice nominated for the Pushcart Prize.  His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a clinical psychologist in a state hospital is available for .99 cents on Kindle and Nook or as a print edition.

  

Battery

I was nine when my grandmother died. She was more than my father’s mother, she was my life raft. I wondered if I could make it without her. I wondered, not in words, but in my body. 

My mother put on a dress that accentuated her plush 1950’s figure, and my father put on a dark business suit to wear to the funeral. They were leaving me home. My father was below average height, but towered above me as he bent to kiss me goodbye. His lips came out of a cloud of Old Spice. They left. I watched the car pull away through the ground-level den window, the same window through which my pal Richie and I sneaked frightened peaks when we watched monster movies. It was a grey and windy day, ordered for the occasion.