Today, you texted him. “Happy birthday!” said the text. He did not respond, and from here on out, you will not speak again.
A month ago, you saw him while you were on a Tinder date with someone else. At least you ...
The Years by Kalila Holt
Fiction, LAR Online
The day I was expected at Missy Cadwell’s, a woman across town left her screen door open and got mauled to death in her own living room.
Domesticated, Missy always said about the bears, overly domesticated.
I ...
To Stop the Head from Running Wild by Kieran Mundy
Fiction, LAR Online
The first time I ever saw a heart was on our kitchen floor. Mother was dissecting a chicken on the tiles. It was the time of war and the best you could get from the meat market was a fully plucked chicken with the head ...
My Mother’s Heart by Mehr-Afarin Kohan
Fiction, LAR Online
Catalog
The first counselor arrives, slipping out of a dark winter coat. He’s dressed in a dark suit and tie, white shirt starched and stiff. The rest of us arrive, the girls I grew up with, playing jump ...
2021 LAR Short Fiction Award Winner: Marilyn Abildskov
Award Winners, Fiction, LAR Online
The cat-sitter is on the lime green couch with her legs open in the air, head dangling on the floor. Her name is Daisy-Lily Miller, this is not her occupation; she just happens to be cat-sitting for the poet whose house ...
When The Girls Try by Zoë E. Wilson
Fiction, LAR Online
We will never learn to speak Spanish—our mother fights us every step of the way. She wants nothing to do with her father’s language, nothing that reminds her of him— including herself. We’ve seen the proof in the ...
Buen Provecho by Amina Gautier
Fiction, LAR Online
The day began before sunrise. Hong Insu woke to a house so dark and quiet it seemed submerged under water. He felt a presence in the room: a fragment of his mother’s unhappiness had slipped in through the wall and was ...
Have a Nice Day by Sera Yu
Fiction, LAR Online
The man you swore you’d marry is finally moving out, God bless him. You were starting to worry that he didn’t have a backbone. He’s shuffling about your room, blinking the wet out of his eyes, like a schoolboy ...
A Cat Called Charlotte Perkins Gilman Sam O’Brien
Fiction, LAR Online
The mood had come over him again, descending with the weight of a permanent state of affairs. He seemed hazy to himself and surrounded by questions he couldn’t answer. Other people went in and out of focus, his images ...
Haze by Glen Pourciau
Fiction, LAR Online
