She tapped her finger once at the hollow where the collarbones met.
Here
Here, she says.
The wind and darkness entered through the window of the car’s backseat. Tuberose everywhere. My hand was ...
Here by Arka Bani Maini
Fiction, LAR Online
Minutes before his execution for blasphemy the brilliant Pakistani mathematician Zahid Abidi whispered into the ear of the hangman who would fasten the noose around his neck the proof of a long thought to be insoluble ...
The Hangman’s Brother by David Sheskin
Fiction, LAR Online
Marrah laid next to Nina in the strip of grass between their houses, fingers interlaced behind her head. It was the summer after senior year of high school, still mid-June, and the days were elastic in those months ...
Nina: A short story by Natalie Marsh
Fiction, LAR Online
Forever errant, he agreed to the date. What else was there to do but plunge back into battle, to meet and meet and meet? So he hammered fresh armor to defend himself from blows and scrapes and wounds, from all the ...
The Knight by Zak Salih
Fiction, LAR Online
I gather little bits of paper resting on the carpet to distract myself, all to avoid having an argument with you, which is inevitable, but not impossible to hold off so long as I gather paper, little bits of it, little ...
Little Bits of Paper by Martin Piñol
Fiction, LAR Online
I’ve been spending my student loans on records, clothes, and alcohol, and now the money is gone. Not just gone, it’s in negative territory. My checking account is overdrawn. The direct deposit arrived like a ...
Come Finally to Visit by Andreas Trolf
Fiction, LAR Online
The four-foot plastic Santa lay sideways in the gutter, and Jesus had been ejected from the manger into the snow. The camel, presumably the property of the wise men nearby, rested on a dense row of hedges. Across the ...
The Vandal by Jessie Lovett Allen
Fiction, LAR Online
He had become rich by selling the family farm, a famous family farm which everyone had wanted their children to be at. There the pigs and the ponies awkwardly romped and galloped; geese kept moving in ways that made ...
Necklaces by Rebecca Pyle
Fiction, LAR Online
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
