Leah will you cook me latkes? she says in the morning. We’re naked, staring out the window at houseboats vacated for winter. Regan is from Texas, where there isn’t much Hanukkah just Honk for Jesus parades. I buy ...
Shamash by Chloe Weiss
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I used to date this girl who would put on sunscreen every night before bed. At first I thought it was just lotion, but the smell was unmistakable, that slightly chemical, almost-sand almost-chlorine scent, and the ...
Sunscreen by Erini Sappho Katopodis
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Mother is weaving a net on the ceiling made of sailors’ rope. She braids, knots, and untangles, muttering instructions from a maritime book she found in Granddaddy’s collection. It will be sturdy and beautiful, she ...
Water by Alison Jean Kinney
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
You make a list of the things you can’t afford: name brand anything, soda, bar soap, you get all your cleaning products at the Dollar Tree—which only recently started pricing products at $1.25. Still, you tell your ...
Death, and Other Things You Can’t Afford by Kendra Pintor
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Tony is driving straight at the flames we can see a mile away. Grinding the gears, clutching too rough. He’s not saying anything, and I don’t ask. He’s gripping the wheel with his hairy knuckles like it’s gonna ...
Burn It Down by Kevin Wood
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
He calls me when he’s fucked up. It can have a cinematic flare, like when he climbed to the top of a hill somewhere out in Arkansas to get phone service, but it’s usually when he’s driving and trying to stay ...
Secret Storm by Sally West
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
You’re called in for jury duty and chosen.
It’s a six-person jury, a criminal case.
Domestic violence. The charges: harassment and assault in the third degree.
All the evidence is ...
Second-Person Point of View by Julie Labuszewski
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
In the winter of the second grade, Miss Rudd wrote K-E-V-I-N in giant chalk letters on the board and told us he’d be coming back that day. Miss Rudd had shiny hazel hair that flowed down to her waist; she wore billowy ...
Paper Angels by Donna Obeid
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
When I go to the doctor to pick up the pills, I’m thinking about mothers. Not my own, or even hers. I’m thinking about my father’s mother. My father’s mother was born when women had only just gotten the right to ...
Out With the Bathwater by Rachel M. Beavers
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
