Greg Luti’s quiet flash fiction “The White Room” follows two janitors — an older, experienced one and a recent high school graduate — as they unwind in a sparse white room after cleaning up for a party. Two janitors end their day as one contemplates life and the other thinks about dinner. Dan and Carlos were done cleaning the parts of the small facility of a few rooms for the night. The main room had been set up for the party tomorrow. The floors have been washed. All the tab

Greg Luti’s flash fiction “Why I Am Psychic” follows a man who claims he can predict the future — but his so-called psychic gift turns out to be something far more ordinary, awkward, and hilariously human than anyone expects. I don’t believe in psychics. I am not the type of guy who is interested in any of that new-age bs you hear from amateurs on social media who can barely keep a job. No thanks, is what I say when I hear of them predicting the future with their so-called kn

Greg Luti’s flash fiction preview “Unusual Pattern” follows a manager who keeps noticing the same strange pattern: young male employees suddenly quit with no warning and no complaints at all. I noticed an unusual pattern where I work, most of the guys in their 20s leave without much of a hint or heads-up to the other boss or me. One day, the man will walk in, say he is going to quit, and that is that. Sure, some of them say they can still be on the schedule for the next week

A flash fiction story can playfully reinterpret a classic novel. In “Gatsby Dies at the End,” Greg Luti follows a teacher who jokingly tells a student that The Great Gatsby is all a dream — only for the student to later repeat the same playful theory to his own English teacher. I am a pretty easygoing teacher, the kind of teacher who will look at the cover of Romeo and Juliet when the class begins and tell the kid that Romeo and Juliet die. I’d add a little note that Tybalt i

A flash fiction story can deliver sharp irony at a deathbed. In “Death of Michael Veil,” Greg Luti follows a detached legal consultant at the final moments of a renowned self-help philosopher — a man famous for preaching inner strength and self-determinism — only to witness a quietly ironic ending. Michael Veil was supposed to be dead when I got there. I was only there to sign some documents of his life away after he died. I wasn't supposed to see him die. In fact, I didn't k