

Henry has been discharged neither honorably nor dishonorably because one day he just didn’t feel like eating anymore, so he got too skinny. They told him that he needed to get healthy again, but what was the point? ...
Crows, Talking to Him, 1963 by John Brantingham
Flash Fiction, LAR Online

Superheroes, ghosts, and members of The Beatles were buzzed on birthday cake and chocolate bars. The kindergartners pounded their little fists on the dining room table, eager to paint pumpkins, the final activity of ...
You Monster by Kate Faigen
Flash Fiction, LAR Online

In our first trimester we took vitamins and drank milk. In our second, we felt for movements and carried home ultrasounds. When asked what we wanted, boy or girl, we resorted to the obvious—"as long as they're ...
What We Didn’t Know by Sharon Gusky
Flash Fiction, LAR Online

Remember that night, my son? The world – whatever that is – was altogether different. You were altogether different. I was there with you. I felt your still heart and saw flashes of ...
A Night to Remember by Victor McConnell
Flash Fiction, LAR Online

Even though I was cast as Alice, stumbling upon a vessel labeled “drink me” felt salacious. I knew I shouldn’t have raised it to my lips. Maybe it was Catholic school. Maybe my fear of God was already cemented. ...
Your Honor by Annie Bartos
Flash Fiction, LAR Online

I drive by the garden center every day; there’s no shortcut home. But I never look. I never even glance out the window to check if I can see him. Stacking firewood in that ratty old lumberjack coat, those brown boots ...
The Void by Christine Alexander
Flash Fiction, LAR Online

Today I restock cups. I pull the wobbly stacks from their box-home and release them from protective sleeves. Particles of foam linger white in my hair like flecks of snow. Molly ruffles my head and says, Nice lice. Her ...
Double Drive by Nina Semczuk
Flash Fiction, LAR Online

The Failed Fantasy Author sits outside a Starbucks drinking coffee as he types another paragraph about the king of the elves. This is his fifth attempt at writing a fantasy novel and his fourth attempt where the ...
Failed Fantasy Author by James Reinebold
Flash Fiction, LAR Online

The sun is red today, and I don’t know what to say to you. I am staring at this red sun cutting through the smudged clouds, buckling under the decision to say everything or nothing. I imagine you at the kitchen sink, ...