Once she threw everything out, we thought there would be more room. I gave away a lot I wanted. Mom said, “We can get new stuff,” but you can guess what happened. Our old stuff is still gone.
Except for the puffed ...
Easy Exotic by Sonia Feigelson
Fiction, LAR Online
Don’t do it all at once. Break it apart. Break it down. Make smaller choices. One small choice: Yes or No.
“Are you lonely, Sweetheart?” No.
Push the button firmly so you can feel the click reverberate from ...
How to Choose by Heather Bartlett
Fiction, LAR Online
. . . so many things seem filled with the intent / to be lost . . .
—Elizabeth Bishop
Howard Styles, sixty-eight, a small-town accountant and tax specialist, was at his desk long past midnight on an icy ...
Canary on the Window Sill by Jerry Whitus
Fiction, LAR Online
It’s fifteen minutes to lunch break when Madison, that prick, points his phone out the window and starts filming the scene taking place below.
“Look at these morons,” he says.
Madison always has to have the ...
Ready, Fire, Aim by Jared Lipof
Fiction, LAR Online
Red Hen loves myth and fairytale. We were built on the story of the Little Red Hen, so we fell madly in love with “And the Dish Ran Away with the Spoon.” It’s got thrust and song of secrets and drama, the heft and ...
And the Dish Ran Away with the Spoon by Debra A. Daniel
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
It turned up in our driveway some time in the late 1980s, after a series of lemons including a gigantic cream colored Buick Electra 225 that would stall precisely at thirty-three miles an hour, and a tacky red ...
The Muslim Car by Joe De Quattro
Fiction, LAR Online
Memphis, Tenn., 2006
It’s the morning of your father’s funeral, and C.K.’s smells like the usual dank cocktail of fried bacon, cigarettes, and mop water. You take the table furthest from the sunrising windows. ...
Yesterday and All the Days After That by Sara Estes
Fiction, LAR Online
On the day my father left our horse went blind. It wasn’t as miraculous as it sounds. Miracles don’t happen to people like us. Benny was using a weed-whacker, rather than his hands on account of the heat, and the ...
Disappear by Amyen Fielding
Fiction, LAR Online
Mine eyes are spent with weeping. —Lamentations 2:11
There is a basic question for all fiction: “What made you want to create this piece?” The judges found the winning entry answered this question with a ...
After Henry by Barbara Fried
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
