Unapologetically sensual, at times disgusting, and slightly silly, this story took some extreme risks and they all paid off. Told in second person, we, the main character, finally find someone who loves us for who we truly are, vagina dentata and all. I appreciated how sex doesn’t always have to be sexy to the voyeur, the reader, for it to be compelling and valid. And if you do find it sexy? So much the better.
I’ve been privileged to judge the flash fiction contest every year, and each time I’m heavily drawn to the stories that take the theme and bend it in interesting ways. The Curious Cabinetis one of those stories. For this year’s Migration theme, we expected seasonal migrations and the migrations of displaced people. What I did not expect was the migration of a paranormal cooked cabbage odor attached to an inherited cabinet. This is a warm and gently funny story that sketches out a character and their relationship to their grandmother in small, careful brushstrokes. Underneath the humor is an undercurrent of loss, too, and a lovely message about how those we’ve lost never truly leave us. I loved the story for all of these things, for the casual reference to the character’s non-cis gender, and for the cabbage. Hey. I have a genetic weakness for cabbage – what can I say?
For me, the measure of a flash fiction story is how it sticks with me long after I’ve read it. Each of my Director’s Picks reflects this philosophy, and Stream of Consciousness is no exception. It’s wistful, a little sad, and a little magical, with a dollop of hope at the end. Everything I want a flash fiction story—or any story—to be. And in the end, it swept me away with it too. Beautifully done.�