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
"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
