The dead woman’s photo passed through us girls like a virus, illuminated in our cracked glass phone screens and threaded through our email chains. Her death was tinted seal sick blue, tinged darker around the corners ...
Trendsetters by Lauren E. Osborn
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Telemetry. I woke up with a desire to use that word today but couldn't figure out how. It's nearing, oh, eleven o'clock now—PM, mind you—and I still haven't got it right. At the diner this morning I asked the server ...
Sources Say by Bradley David
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
As a child I used to climb our apple tree up close to the power lines where I could hear them crackling. My mouth-watered and fingers tingled when I imagined touching the wires. Our tree had knotty skin with crooked ...
Fracture by Michael Harper
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
We don’t come out as boys – not the first time, the second time, or the third. But we don’t give up the first gasp of air. We don’t know what we did wrong. We don’t see you, we don’t see you, we don’t see ...
Infanticide by Reema Rao-Patel
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Mac had no idea how seriously Richard would fuck him up when he first spotted him from the terrace of the Pescado Rojo in old San Juan. Shit, I would have jumped his ass myself. I was on my fourth mezcal and lime and ...
After Mapplethorpe by Steve Olderman
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I fetched a photo of myself from the future and projected it like a hologram onto everything I’ve done and will ever do. The sun rose on my image and I grew even brighter.
Manuscripts, shopping lists, entreaties, ...
Photo From the Future by Caterina Alvarez
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Eloise took little bites from the rind of a lemon wedge, spit the bitter yellow pulp into her palm and held it up. “Amma, amma, mamma.”
“Where did you get this? Not good for digestion.” The ...
Catastrophes by C. Bellettini
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Mama rouses me in bed before the sun is awake. She has on her yellow knit sweater, her favorite yellow silk scarf, and tight jeans. Her finger presses against her smiling ruby lips. “Don’t wake your father,” she ...
Changin’ a Tire by Hayley Shucker
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
We found mold again, this time on the white bread next to the toaster.
“I ate it already,” he said, reaching for the bag I was knotting to trap the spores and toss in the trash.
“We don’t eat mold,” I ...