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
“How can a man of consciousness have the slightest respect for himself?”
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
I am a sick man. Fractured. You may wonder how I ended up on the roof, standing with my ...
Underground by Tariq al Haydar
Fiction, LAR Online
THE GIRL HEARS A HAMMERING AT THE DOOR. ARE THOSE COPS, HER MOMMA
SAYS JUST BEFORE THE GIRL MOVES TOWARDS THE SOUND.
Two fists pound, again, just before the girl opens the door.
Two cops tower ...
a Piece by Vanessa Saunders
Fiction, LAR Online
