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Poetry Quintet
You think I want to be here?
Listen, I was young like you once, too.
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Sweet Escape
A Kafkaesque battle with bedbugs in today’s online exclusive from Korea…
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Digital Subscription, Litro #168: Translating India, LunchBreak Fiction, Print Issues
Translating India: The Taste of Onion on His Tongue
Digital Subscription, LunchBreak Fiction, Print Issues
The Beautiful Coffin
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Todo es de Color – Children of Catalunya
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Litro #165: Breaking Borders | Sleeping Beauties
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Litro #160: Changes | Wheel of Fortune
Is history destiny that a fortune-teller can predict, or is it the spin of a gameshow’s wheel?
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Shadow-Casting
Ayanna opens her eyes and takes her hand away from the cold surface of the mirror. She stares in awe at her reflection and turns to walk away.
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Israel
There are palm trees in Israel. And Roman mosaics in the airport. Big open spaces. And soldiers walking around in sand coloured uniforms. One talked to me in Hebrew and ...
Run Woman, Run
Woman runs. She is not an experienced runner. Her gait is an adult version of skipping.
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Roma Amor
They are tourists. Of a kind with money. How do I know? Wait…
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Intimate Ceremony
The wooden handle, curved like a fish hook, is burnished with the nervous sweat of many girls. It is the last thing I will touch as a child.
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Running with Dogs
I can take the bug bites, I can take anything but the return of the dog that ran away.
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Try Tomorrow
Wait for dark to fall. Sneak out of the camp and find our way to shore.
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You’re My Whole Life
Shaw glanced over. There was nothing dead-looking about him; he was opaque, with no unearthly glow or pallor, and there was a blemish forming at his temple.
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Litro #151: Adrenaline – Playing Games
“Follow me,” I said. “I know a good spot.” I knew as I was saying the words that I shouldn’t be saying them. With its heavy thumps my heart tried ...
Chinese Beach Club
My impulse is to yell; to run down the beach towards them in a war-like charge with my fists clenched above my head. Instead, I stroll down the slopey sand, ...
The Slide
My left eye was sliding down the side of my face, drooping like an almond in a half-melted candy bar.
First, I reminded myself not to scream.
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You Only Live Once. All Day, Every Day, Seven Days a Week
Barnabas is, of course, many things: hardworking, proactive, physically immortal, a team player. But he isn’t lucky. He wouldn’t get away with putting that on his CV.
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A Kind Of Ur-Text
When my father died his coffin was surrounded with daisies. I bent down to kiss him on the cheek and a bee stung my nose.” I remembered the infinity ...