The Elixir

The Literature and Arts Magazine of Brenau University


Flash Fiction

And Then They Had Sex

And Then They Had Sex by Kate Rochford-Price

Her husband was rubbing her feet.

Her feet were bare. Why did he always wear his socks to bed? His thumb pressed into the solar plexus of her left foot and she groaned. The sensation sped up her ankle, soaking into her tendons, sending her brain the message to relax. The running to-do list in her mind (email Meg her R.S.V.P., send their $147 installment check to the IRS, call in her birth control subscription, schedule PJ’s pediatric appointment) slowly faded. Continue reading “And Then They Had Sex”


Family Reunion

Family Reunion by Kate Rochford-Price

Aunt Marian turns toward him, reaching for his cheeks, which, to their credit, are really no longer pinchable, but that does not deter jolly old Aunt Marian; then he finally escapes her re-fingered clutches only to fall victim to Great Grandpa George as he corners him and regales him with racist and homophobic comments, making him acutely uncomfortable, his lips pursing in resistance to a barrage of retorts, but the secret of his black boyfriend keeps him silent; then his mother,visually and physically overjoyed to see him back from Continue reading “Family Reunion”

Empty House

Empty House by Rebecca Jarrett   

(1st place prose winner)

The house was empty, but the television in the sitting room was on, the glow from some commercial reflecting on the leather love-seat in the center of the room. The footrest was too far from the love-seat for anyone’s legs to possibly reach it while they were sitting there.

Boxes of baby clothes, diapers, and other such trinkets littered the hallway leading to the master bedroom. The door to the bedroom was wide open, a mark behind the door from the knob cracking into the wall. The bed itself was made up, the only objects on it the remote to the TV and a cracked open copy of  Continue reading “Empty House”


Flashback by Laura Burke

I was standing at the sink, frantically scrubbing at the knife in my hands. I reached for the hot water handle to increase the water pressure. My hands were turning bright red from all of my scrubbing. My breathing quickly turned into panting, and I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. I was trembling, and my hands were beginning to shake. The truth of what I’d done came slamming into me like a freight train. Continue reading “Flashback”

Good Things Will Grow

Good Things Will Grow by Kate Rochford-Price

“Mommy, if I plant this in the garden, will it grow?” you ask, holding up an apple seed- the remains of your lunch.

“I don’t know,” I reply, “let’s go find out.”

We trudge out to the backyard, using your colorful plastic shovel to dig a patch of soft earth. You reverently place the seed in its shallow bed and begin to sprinkle dirt over it. Soon the deed is done.

“When will it become a tree?” Continue reading “Good Things Will Grow”

Blind Date

Blind Date by Laura Burke

Jackie heaved a sigh, staring at her date. His arms waved animatedly, his mouth moving a mile a minute about whatever it was he did for a living.  When Beth told her about the blind date, she was hoping that she would get someone, you know, exciting. Not Joe the what did he say he did again? Oh yes, he was an accountant. She hated math anyway. She glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time that night. Maybe she could slip into the bathroom, and make a break for it? Nah, he would probably expect that, and wait for her outside of the bathroom. Maybe she should just be honest and say that she would rather shove burning hot knitting needles through her retinas than continue with the stupid date. Nothing he said registered with her. This was getting ridiculous. Finally, in frustration she jumped up, grabbed her purse, and swept out of the restaurant. Continue reading “Blind Date”


Unlucky by Laura Burke

Samantha’s breath came in short pants. She felt the urge to scream rise in her throat, before she squashed it. She couldn’t afford to make any noise, not with the armed goon making his way slowly around the room. Why she decided that today was a good day to go to the bank was beyond her because, Continue reading “Unlucky”


Speak by Kate Rochford-Price

The door chimed as she walked in, the sound almost lost amongst the gurgle of the espresso machine, the whir of whipped cream, and the chatter of caffeinated customers.

“Hi! Welcome to Starbucks,” he said brightly. Geez chill out—you’ll scare her off.

She smiled slightly. Hello, Jim.

“Would you like to try our new Pumpkin Spice Latte? It’s a seasonal favorite,” he said quickly. Slow down, stupid.

She shook her head. That sounds yummy, but I’m a creature of habit. Continue reading “Speak”


Magnolia by Kate Rochford-Price

“She’s really starting to blossom,” he observed one night to his wife.

“I know,” sighed his wife, reaching over to place her book and reading glasses on the night stand.

“Part of me wishes she was little again,” he said, shutting off the life.

At this, his wife said nothing, simply rolling onto her side. But as he pulled the covers up around his shoulders, he could have sworn he heard her whisper: Continue reading “Magnolia”

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