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Flash Reprint: J. Bradley’s Waffles & Honey

Waf­fles & Honey 

by J. Bradley

I walk in the bicy­cle lane with your voice. Traf­fic in my left ear chops and screws part of your sen­tences. I don’t care if I can’t under­stand part of what you say; you are a taut rib­bon.

I’m work­ing for the day I lum­ber through the door and you are sit­ting on the couch, eraser in your mouth, and you cock your head toward me and ask how my day was, where I don’t have to walk with traf­fic just to have an excuse to hear you. 



Note: “Waf­fles & Honey” orig­i­nally in Stripped: A Col­lec­tion of Anony­mous Flash on Octo­ber 28, 2011.


What sur­pris­ing, fas­ci­nat­ing stuff can you tell us about the origin, draft­ing, and/or final ver­sion of “Waf­fles & Honey” that might inter­est read­ers, writ­ers, stu­dents, and/or pub­lish­ers of flash fic­tion?

Part of my com­mute to my office pre­vi­ously involved walk­ing against traf­fic in bicy­cle lanes to get to my bus stop, as Orlando is not known for being pedes­trian friendly. I was talk­ing to a friend while on my way home one day and I had a hard time under­stand­ing every­thing said because of all the traf­fic around me. When I finally got home that day, I had the image of walk­ing against traf­fic, the chal­leng­ing in hear­ing all of a con­ver­sa­tion and I used that core idea to cre­ate this story.

The great­est thing you can do for your­self is to never seek out ideas for sto­ries or poems. If you try to seek them out, you won’t find what you want. By main­tain­ing an open mind, by not expect­ing your­self to come to the story or poem, the ideas will come. What you do with them once they come is up to you.


jbradleypic.jpgJ. Bradley’s is a Best of the Net and Push­cart Prize nom­i­nated writer whose work has appeared in numer­ous lit­er­ary jour­nals includ­ing decomP, Hobart, and Prairie Schooner. He was the Inter­views Edi­tor of PANK, the Flash Fic­tion Edi­tor of NAP, and the Web Edi­tor of Mon­key­bi­cy­cle. He is the author of the poetry col­lec­tion Dodg­ing Traf­fic (Amper­sand Books, 2009), the novella Bod­ies Made of Smoke (HOUSEFIRE, 2012), the graphic poetry col­lec­tion The Bones of Us (YesYes Books, 2014), illus­trated by Adam Scott Mazer, and the prose poem chap­book It Is A Wild Swing Of A Knife (Choose the Sword, 2015). He is the cura­tor of the Cen­tral Florida read­ing series There Will Be Words and lives at iheartfailure.net.


FF.Net Edi­tor Com­men­tary (Ran­dall Brown) 

Sounds, sounds! The near rhyme of mouth and couch The –s of chops & screws & sen­tences. The beat of “sit­ting on the couch/eraser in your mouth.” That –u of excuse & you. The you sits in the mid­dle of excuse. The piece itself is about ask­ing, under­stand­ing, hear­ing. In your own very short fic­tion, Dear Reader, think of sounds as a major force in the mean­ing mak­ing mech­a­nism.

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