Flash Fiction: for writers, readers, editors, publishers, & fans

Sunday

Sunday Micro Fiction: Fifty Words, One of Them Oedipus

Rid­dled

The son asked me who ed-a-push was. 

A king, I answer. He thought he knew it all. 

Like you? he asks.

My son says it with­out sar­casm. Really, it is he who’s Oedi­pus, how lit­tle he knows of his father–eyes blind, tiny, like those pills hid­den among the Skit­tles.

°

For fur­ther read­ing, check out FlashFiction.Net’s sug­gested read­ings of flash fic­tion and prose poetry col­lec­tions, antholo­gies, and craft books, by click­ing here.

Sub­scribe to FlashFiction.Net by Email

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *