María de la Tierra Sagrada is a dirty town. Not because of pollution, occasional political scandals or a slightly sullied history, but because of the dark red soil that holds its people here. The holy dirt gets under ...
A Ride to the Airport by Eve West Bessier
Fiction, LAR Online
On the morning of Rosie’s thirty-fifth birthday, Suresh conceded that his wife was an imposter. He suspected that his Rosie must have only recently been replaced by this Rosie, since up to a few weeks ago his wife ...
The Not So Liberating Art of Sussing Out A Fraud by Rajiv Ramkhalawan
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Fall had dropped on the Low Country, pounced, like it had been watching us from a distance and decided the time was right. Just as it caught, it retracted its claws, and the heat swelled again, leaving a heavy layer of ...
Shake the Witches by C.H. Hooks
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Every day of the trip it stormed. We were supposed to be learning about the geology of Tampa Bay. Instead, the first afternoon we thirteen waited out the rain under a rubberized tarp. Most of us were young professionals, ...
A Hundred Ways to Die by David Lerner Schwartz
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When I was fifteen, playing field hockey in Alta Plaza Park with my friend Lucy, two men picked us up. When I say “men,” I mean just that: they were years older than us (hours later I was to learn Théo was ...
Alta Plaza Park by Kim Magowan
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Red had never been to the Aldi by herself since her eyesight began to fail, and it overwhelmed her, the muddled beeping and chatter and footslaps, the efficient shopper-motion, the indistinct items crammed onto rows and ...
Red, Wolfgang, and the Dream by Wendy Elizabeth Wallace
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Today is my favorite shift of the year: New Year’s Day. The passengers that ride my bus are mostly quiet; last night’s partygoers have found another way home. It’s just the morning route and the Oregon rain and ...
The Cadence of Rain by Erin Popelka
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I was eighteen and living on two eggs a day. I fried them in soy sauce, pleating them in the pan the way my mother showed me. Don’t break the yolk, she’d say, rolling the oil into pearls. It means you’ll have a ...
Transcendence by K-Ming Chang
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All you did was use the toilet. Then clear away the blocks Beverly had left scattered in the entryway. You didn’t want anyone to trip later, coming inside. You left her with her sidewalk chalk out in front of the ...
Things Are Already Better Someplace Else by Jody Hobbs Hesler
Fiction, LAR Online
