My hair twists into knots of clouds and my brother frees them his fingers a silver comb. May Day 1969 by Roberta Beary
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Traffic delays, and an awkward lunch make for an unconventional date, unveiling unexpected connections between two strangers.
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An old professor’s love of literature becomes perilous in ‘Alexandria’ by Samuel Cherry
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Daring escapades, secrets, and betrayal unfold as Jess flees a turbulent past, haunted by T’s influence. Can she escape again?
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It is a pleasure to announce Litro’s nominations for the annual Best Small Fictions anthology. Congratulations to this year’s nominees.
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“Suddenly, he was overcome with the desire to lose himself in the clouds, the need to see nothing anymore, the wish to guess everything.” Ndama Ntambu by Landa Wo.
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You can have anything you want, Honey, says Grandma, don’t mind your mother, who picks up her coffee and drinks it like she’s stopping a scream.
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In the aftermath of heartbreak, a journey to Bologna unfolds, chasing dreams and escaping the past.
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Experience the cinematic magic of Christmastime. This flash fiction captures the interplay of festive pasts and presents in a timeless film reel.
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Dive into a summer of innocence and intrigue as an American girl visits, weaving a tale of secrets, tragedy, and warnings.
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Elite lives entwined in opulence, Marianne navigates a world of privilege, tutoring in secrecy, facing shadows. The Tutor by Rachel Kalina.
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She waded further into the field, the thick stalks enclosing her with an unfamiliar embrace. She tilted her face to the rays of the sun and electric blue sky and ...
“The view is a single jasmine bush. It spills out from the neighbouring lawn, lanky stems towering ten feet above the curb to swallow the row of terraces behind.” Fertiliser ...
I resist rest as an antidote, you write letters to the tooth fairy, I own three guns and you hate change.
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A man sets out to discover the large granite egg that bears his soul.
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“What struck him most was that this could not un-exist.” Pregnancies and miscommunication: James Hartman’s “Dear Story” is this week’s Tuesday Tale.
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Wharton could see the cemetery from her window as she wrote (every day until at least 11, lying in bed), surrounded by her living dogs and gazing out at her dead. ...
Bash the coconut as hard as you can on the terracotta tiles and then the corners of the stucco-clad house before—keenly aware of your daughter’s waning interest and her diminishing ...
A man’s life perspective is mysteriously changed while on a balloon ride that he has saved up for. : “The air surged into the balloon folds, the sackcloth flapped, and ...
A futuristic look at our fraying ecology: “Out on the streets, stray dogs collapsed, their jaws sunk into pools of their own drool
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