I see him there in the dark, watching me and frowning.
I skitter about on all fours in a tattered white dress, long black hair draping over my face. Tonight is Halloween. The theme is movies. I’m twitching to the beat ...
Karl Marx Hates My Drag Show by Seth Wade
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I had been rather fond of myself at first. I was sure to myself that I was right, but she was not. And when time went on, she had just kept pushing.
“I had decided on the salad,” she had said, bickering.
I put my ...
Couple’s Disagreement by Lucas Liu
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
After dark, our father hides behind a lamppost, waiting. The streetlights stammer. Our father burns bright in the flicker, disappears, and returns, hunched and taking slugs off his flask. A ratty Toyota two-door ...
Dump Truck, Baby Brother by Patrick Strickland
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Casey drives his yellow loader down an empty beach on the Atlantic side of the Cape. The rig’s raised bucket holds three tons of sand, and the four-foot tires leave ribbed tracks that the lapping tide will erase before ...
Erosion Control by Daniel Rousseau
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The E.T. Parking Lot is already busy by the time we get there. We laugh in the backseat as one of our moms drives in silence. She is in a bad mood and none of us know why or care at all. The world is ours right now and ...
Universal by Hally Rae Winters
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Desire & longing is the through line in a life.
Who was I reading Emerson’s essays in my twenties & then heading off hopeful to Hollywood from the Midwest to try & sell a television script that I wrote in ...
Ten Kisses by Arlene Tribbia
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Handmade pottery? Wasn’t God the only real potter? Pinch of earth, wasn’t that how he made Man? And Woman? Creatures, his earth, his religion binding it all together?
Here, a lady potter, trying to copy him! She ...
Lady Potter by Rebecca Pyle
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The Writer
She’s writing a story about her grandmother or maybe the color yellow. Why does she keep moving towards scenes from her childhood? She writes at her small desk in an attic that was never meant to be a ...
Preludes by Mary Luna
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
She is on the commode when I find her, head bent nearly to the floor, arms reaching for her walker in supplication. The outline of her spine is like the bent balsa skeleton of a kite, strong and so close to snapping. ...
DEPARTURE by Hal Ackerman
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
