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, ...
A Crack in the Woods by Sarah Brokamp
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Monday, May 6, 2019
A gown with a train, striped with green, white, and black squeezes my ribs. I’m trying my best not to sneeze or tear up, but the odor emanating from the red body paint on my face and ...
Camp by Kat Abdallah
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Eight Arms to Hold You
The first time you asked me to take off my shirt over the internet, I did so and a pea-sized spider fell out. I was surprised, but also not. Summer brings them out in abundance, ...
2021 LAR Flash Fiction Award Winner: Leanne Dunic
Award Winners, Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The sun had set an hour prior, and the motion detector Michael was supposed to fix two weeks ago still didn’t work. After nearly tripping over the wooden step on their porch, Jenna spent a minute unsuccessfully ...
Liar by Ryan Ritchie
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
When I open the fridge, a buzzing white light cuts through the darkness in the house. I stare at the items on the shelves, unable to land on anything. Darkness falls again when I close the door. I sit on the kitchen ...
Where I’m Supposed to Be by Mehr-Afarin Kohan
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The second girl sweeps into arabesque—a sleep-dancing marionette.
“Good, good,” says Apolline. “Good.”
Copper-haired faces tilt towards her like sunflowers. There is no music here. Only Apolline’s ...
Softly, Gently, Softly by Sophie Hoss
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
