"Are you gonna do it?" Ava Gardner’s clone leans against the wall, her black tube top indifferent to gravity.
"Do what?" Betsy asks, even though she knows.
Ava Gardner Jr. (nom de scene) drove her home last week in ...
Betsy’s Risk by Delaina Hlavin
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
He is my child and I’m leaving him. He knows it and doesn’t understand why, especially after the weekend. This morning marks a new betrayal, another unforgivable sin. I can still hear his cries from the parking lot; ...
Preschool Drop-off on a Monday Morning by Victor McConnell
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Her husband Kevin had made a pot of inedible chili and Megan was livid. She had told him not to deviate from the recipe she’d perfected: chili powder and chili flakes, diced bell peppers, ground beef seared in a hot ...
Chili Night by Gwen E. Kirby
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The horizon wasn’t sewn in a straight line. It looked unstitched. Ruched. Wind torn whitecaps like stuffing clawed from a quilt.
He could see the silken clarity of cobalt blue interrupt the slate green water that ...
Two Red Flags by James Lowell
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Dani Blackman’s short prose has most recently appeared in Bellingham Review, Fractured Lit, Citron Review, Epiphany, Witness, and elsewhere. She was a finalist for the Reynolds Price ...
Dear Dopamine by Dani Blackman
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
We live at the foot of Mount Monkshood, where our town ends and the wild land rises sharply beyond. Our backyard looks out onto the mountain, which is a problem, because the mountain watches us.
Monkshood lures ...
Dark Watchers by Jane Yager
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I was terrible at the claw machine. It was why I practiced five times a week for three-hour intervals at nearly fifteen reps per hour. Each rep only cost 1,o00 won, but it was 4,500 for a pack of cigarettes and 2,000 for ...
The Claw Machine by Hyo Jin Ha
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Afternoon at Miss Allyger’s store, light comes through the crosses on the dossals, runs onto the folk-art trinkets and postcards of the mountains, which Lavina restocks from a woven bin. It is her seventeenth birthday, ...
Goodbye to the Flowers by Carolynn Mireault
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The shop was just a gray concrete box in the middle of an empty parking lot. It wasn’t closed, but it looked closed. It looked like a place we shouldn’t be.
Michael wanted cowboy boots, but shopping for cowboy ...
One King Bed and Two Keys by Miguel Camnitzer
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
