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
Dear Liam,
I’m glad you’re having a great time in Vermont. It’s really nice of you to ask me to join you on your vacation. I can’t get away now on account of my work at Tessera Therapeutics, which is keeping me ...
Vacation in Vermont by Tara Menon
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I remember the stretch of Sauvie Island with the dark gray sand. We chose the nudebeach, easier to get parking. I would lie in the sun while old men au naturel traipsed up and down through shallow water. There was a ...
Smoke by Grace Tessier Culhane
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
It was that same summer of revelry, the one I’ve gone on and on about, back when Desmond the Witness became a household name. Contrary to how it was portrayed in the media, I only lived on his land for a few months ...
Supine Silver Baby by Clayton Paul
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
There are only two things Hunter hates most of all: burnt toast and doing laundry. Because the list is so short, she is always reminded of burnt toast as she folds Jade’s boxer-briefs, which makes for an unpleasant ...
Rituals by Eli Dunham
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Some nights I sense the life I led twelve years ago is ongoing, just elsewhere. In that reality, my barber pumps waves into my deadass flat hair twice a year and there’s a washer and dryer in my unit and my mom calls ...
Laundralaxy by Katy Storch
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
She went missing the day before our spring break. A picture of the effervescent youngwoman flashes on my phone with a travel alert from a friend saying, OMG isn’t this where youare going? Yes, kinda, same island but ...
Missing Daughter by Tara Van De Mark
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
It was the first week of the war, and Israeli Adir fighters had taken over Tehran’s sky. In the city’s haze, they were silver ghosts—flashing in and out, leaving rubble and a low roar that trembled through the ...
Would You Call It a Miracle by Farzin Farzam
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I see him there in the dark, watching me and frowning.
I skitter about on all fours in a tattered white dress, long black hair draping over my face. Tonight is Halloween. The theme is movies. I’m twitching to the beat ...
Karl Marx Hates My Drag Show by Seth Wade
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
