Crawling
What does it mean to crawl sideways in a continuum? Here might you please find the wisdom of experts who gather around the baby, this child who looks at a destination but then scoots backward, face beaming ...
Two Fables by Edie Meidav
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
She remembered the rain, how it used to beat down on their windows, a gentle drumming easing her to sleep. When last did they have rain? Now it seemed imagined, as if she’d dreamed it up in a fit of madness. The ...
Approaching Day Zero by Tara Manshon
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
It was a frustrating book to read. He never actually saw the text shift before his eyes, never saw a sentence blur into something else right there on the page. Every time he flipped through the first half of the book, ...
The Ever-Changing Book by Arthur Mandal
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
“Do you remember when I told you about going skiing that one time with my family–when I was a teenager? And I met that girl and we hit it off, but something happened and I lost track of her and I didn’t know her ...
The Memory Place by Christopher Thomas
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
In ‘53, polio hovered over the summertime streets of Toronto, multiplied in the warmth of ambling creeks and in the shallowsands of Ward’s Island, and in rainfall, slipped from the canopy ofmaple, elm, heat and ...
In the Summer of ‘53 by Elina Kumra
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The ramps by Midpark were flooded and now the loons thought they could make their homes anywhere. John-Mark and I had visited his side of the family in Manila, and the flight back was turbulent. We were watching that ...
Covenant by Mason Koa
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Dedicated to Tortuguita*
What if it was not Icarus who flew too high? Perhaps, instead, it was Daedalus who arced ever-upward, broad wings beating, too entranced by his own creation to turn around. Higher he went, ...
Sun Rise by Zack Fox Loehle
Flash Fiction
There is a place in Ellen’s right big toe where she keeps her opinions on her mother. Sealed shut. Nail-chipped, ball-stubbed, doubly calloused, she wears socks most of the time.
In her ...
Ellen by Rya Vallabhaneni
Flash Fiction
I got a new smell. It’s oily, leathered, minklike. It turns heads on the bus, clears whole cars on the train. Most times it walks five paces ahead. I follow it into any number of restaurants or bars, sliding past ...
New Smell by Eric Cecil
Flash Fiction
