We loved the taste of tamarind. A shop not far from our school in Bihar, India, sold pulpy tamarind candies. They were embedded with sugar crystals and coated with black pepper. The sweetness cut into the sourness and ...
Tamarind by Mohit Manohar
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
If you passed by a sign twice a day that offered a service where you could anonymously scream away all your pain, fear and loneliness, how long before you tried it?
If Lizzy and Kait charge $3 for screaming in their ...
Ghost Word Problems by Chelsea Stickle
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
“You had an excellent day,” says my boy Kenny. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Perilous words from the kid who follows me like a joyous five-year-old puppy, underfoot from dawn until dark, inches away from an ...
When I Was Older, I Will Grow Up by Jean Synodinos
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
IT WAS THE latest action in his familial war of attrition: a compact, hilarious, and attractively priced point-of-sale tempter for the festive market. Too busy to read a novel, but too bored to endure ten minutes on ...
The Dire Reader by James Roderick Burns
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The drunks had sung at midnight for at least a hundred Mondays. They’d drift down-street after karaoke ended and gather around my blue trash tote.
I was used to their crooning. They could really do it. No ...
Welcome to Ecumenica by Tyler Barton
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
God sat down on my garden bench and sighed, putting his hands on his knees, head dipped low. I saw him out of the upstairs window and hurried down. I am not accustomed to strangers walking into the garden uninvited. Many ...
In the Garden by M. Christine Benner Dixon
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I was seventeen years old and living in the suburbs of Westbrook, Maine, when God rode her skateboard through a flaming hole in the sky. She turned out to be a bit of an asshole in denim and sent forth a cloud of locusts ...
And God Descended Like Hell on Wheels by Francis Walsh
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I didn't want to make a spectacle of the night, but I did want to bring in some turbine. A different flow for Sheila and I. We’d been together for three years and lived at the Lyndon on seventh. There wasn't much
holiday ...
Christmas Eve at the Lyndon Hotel by Henry Lara
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Our new mayor, a rat of his word, announced the crackdown after inauguration.
Rottweilers were rounded up first, muzzled, then marched out of town. Few onlookers said a word: a notorious mauling years back stayed ...
On the Rooftops by Alex Sheal
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
