She was taking me to my first drum circle. Golden Gate Park. Overcast July. The promise of barefoot hippies and music and weed and love, all things I desperately needed. The walk down Fulton would take a half hour, but ...
Fulton Street By Eric Scot Tryon
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
We will soon join the others in the mass exodus. But first, I must convince Charlotte to go with us peaceably. This will not be easy.
To kill time, I pace the driveway. I double check to make sure the van is ready. ...
Meltdown by Richie Zaborowske
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The father watches his children leave on a boat bound for Wales, and he carries with him this miraculous feeling of joy, a tangible entity with structure and shape, the size of a lemon, sticky and sweet, and as he ...
Hiraeth by Sean Dolan
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Celeste and Rory were cleaning up. Rory collected cracker crumbs in the palm of his hand as he picked them out of the shag rug beneath their coffee table. He faced away from Celeste, even as she circled the room ...
Cleanup by J. Arthur Scott
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
After he pushed off the burn in his gut faded. At first, he looked down hard, scanning for what he could recognize from up high. His office light was still on. He flew past it and spotted the deli down the ...
Skyline by K. Min
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
So, Terry is in the middle of the cul-de-sac with a screwdriver in either hand: a Black & Decker and a Grey Goose & Tropicana. He twists his lips at the first sip. Must’ve just brushed his ...
Training Wheels by Yance Wyatt
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
“Cow so evil, so bully, knock your spirit right out yuh chest. Fall on yuh ass and pray to God yuh ain't dead,” Lilith's Uncle Man told her before she left. Her grip on the barrel of clothes had already numbed her ...
Wash Day by Stephanie Mullings
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I’m in Sanitation now. Used to work in daytime TV advertising, so I suppose you think that’s fitting. Production to cleanup, but it’s still dealing in crap, right?
It’s not your garden-variety, toilet-bowl ...
The Department of Sanitation by Kelly Harding
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Dad was a commercial actor, the most handsome dad on the block. The rest were character actors, all a bit shorter, less symmetrical, more comfortable in their extra pounds and ounces. Not Dad, with his taut but not ...
Dad Was an Actor by Kelle Schillaci Clarke
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
