When he couldn’t find his keys, his first thought was theft.
Of course. Someone had been in the house. Not recently—no, this had been planned. Studied. A quiet, patient entry for a single, targeted removal. The keys ...
Misplaced by Jeffrey-Michael Kane
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
We didn’t know how fragile she was when we downloaded the SepTimus app. We thought it would be like the whoopee cushion. Pffffffffffft. Fun for the whole family! Google had inserted microchips in all the Bay Area ...
Laugh Your Beak Off by Jennifer Lewis
Award Winners, Flash Fiction, LAR Online
That day in autumn, I learned that living past middle age isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. A person must endure all those extra birthday celebrations, for one thing, and rather than coming up with better, more ...
Pastoral by Dinah Cox
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Geraldine Clarkson is a writer of Irish heritage, who lives in the English Midlands. Her poetry and prose have been published widely in literary journals internationally. Recent chapbooks are Singletary ...
FLAME by Geraldine Clarkson
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Start with the cars parked deepest in shadow.
You tell him to keep the can low so it doesn’t bang his knees. Don’t drag it. Don’t swing it. If somebody looks out, you’re helping. He nods like that settles it.
The ...
Reserve by Brandon McNeice
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Nate had to get his coat and shoes on because his dad was coming over to take him to the city. So, if he was going to finish the tower on his block castle and put his baby airplane to bed in it, he would have to hurry. ...
Dick Move by Miriam Fried
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Vivian tasted the high when the Alum Rock Fire devoured the oak trees by Xochi’s. I’d just paid for our birria tacos when the sky, for two months muddled and gray, darkened to anthracite. As the sirens wailed around ...
Vivian Wants to Eat the Sun by Starr Jiang
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I’m always [ ]ing as if I were compromised.
As if I were about to be called to hand like a tool.
The heartbeat of my hands is the repetitive task.
Empathy originates in the body, according ...
Self-Portrait (The Mother Mill) by Kirstin Allio
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
When Edwin was five his parents took him to see their elderly neighbor, Mr. Yeager, who was dying at home in a rented hospital bed. Edwin’s father explained that the bed could be raised up or down and it had wheels, ...
Deathbed by Kris Willcox
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
