Long before I moved into my current neighborhood where people push tiny dogs around in baby strollers, I lived amongst the bottom of the barrel. I was young then. Now, whenever I pass Moss Park by streetcar, I’d ...
Stupid Beautiful Days by Annie Zhu
Fiction, LAR Online
At first, the man thought nothing of the brick on the Egyptian Cotton sheets on top of the bed he shared with his wife. It was small and almost innocuous a brick is an odd thing to put in one’s bed, he thought, why ...
The Way They Used to Be by Andrew Bertaina
Fiction, LAR Online
The boys turned nine next week and the nanny asked her if she was solid on the gluten free chocolate cupcakes, or did she think they should get a half dozen of the vanilla ones as well. Her nanny was a small woman, with ...
The Deer by Andrea Harper
Fiction, LAR Online
She looks at his body. She hasn’t been near a body like this in a long time.
It’s close enough to 6am, and he’s been lying just so for at least two hours now, face down on the bed, sprawled and ...
Bodies by Chris Connolly
Fiction, LAR Online
We in this house know our place. We never pry, ask unnecessary questions or poke our noses into our boss’s affairs. Occasionally, however, we admit, we gossip. Of course, we keep an eagle eye on anyone new who joins ...
Mary the Mchawi by Farah Ahamed
Fiction, LAR Online
That spring, the wildflower bloom was the biggest in seven years. The Hollywood Hills turned green, soaking up unexpected rain. The mood in Los Angeles was good. If there were climate change and smog and drinking water ...
Superbloom by Maggie Weng
Fiction, LAR Online
The boys in the madrasa have never touched the hands of any woman, except for their mothers or sisters. They invite Alef to play a game with them, led by seventeen-year-old Qaf, who wants to be the first to touch ...
Heaven by Mir Arif
Fiction, LAR Online
Markus Tamas Goldstein and his wife, Veronika Renat Goldstein (nee Kellner), had a very small farm with a very small dairy on the outskirts of a very small town in Hungary. Their operation was an outpost of the ...
State Fair by S.L. Wisenberg
Fiction, LAR Online
Martín Cordero drove the spray rig in the vineyards where I grew up, a farmhand-for-hire who worked all over San Luis Obispo County, but in my memory he’s a storyteller first, held in the stage lights of my boyhood ...