Puddle onto concrete and thrashing, weaker-weaker before subsiding to limp stillness.
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His mother hovers over a pirate ship cake. The father loiters by the tea urn.
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Only after the tanks had rolled into the capital, and the intractable president had been hanged, did the officers of the occupying force relax enough to enjoy the spring sun ...
“All who witnessed her performance felt like they had become part of a strange and romantic movie.”
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He says he married a girl who is sweet and merry
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What would’ve happened if we’d never met – only shared a glance and a smile across a packed auditorium, the fresh lacquer smell of the stage mingling with stale cigarette ...
Without our secrets, we did not have a body. Without our secrets, we did not need a body.
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‘I’m afraid there’s been another incident with your father.’ David remains motionless, hoping the information, like a wasp at a picnic, will bother someone else. Following the previous complaint, he ...
After leaving my lover by way of a kind but firm email, I cried for several hours. On receiving his sad but kind reply, I cried some more. Then I ...
One of the facsimiles was in need of a new top. This of course brought me into communion with the Internet. In doing this, I was immediately reminded of the ...
Our topiarist is known for collecting broken umbrellas. Her house is full of blank-paged books. Pruning shears. Frames without pictures. Every fork is bent & she likes it that way. ...
Us? We are dry bread in the mouth, rough on the tongue. Our imperfect faces are hidden away behind soot-stained xanbirs of wooly cloth that used to be white as ...
Photo by Jo Sau.
The one time a man asks for her knickers, he says panties. This is no American either. This is a man from Sunderland who, when he speaks, ...
A strangely resonant story of teenage love, betrayal and friendship in the time of the Cold War.
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Attributed to William Notman. Still Life with Books, 1870s–80s. Collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.
214 – Theodicy
God is good. Bad things happen. Both of these things can ...
Rimac. Fish, 1000–1476. Cotton, slit tapestry weave with eccentric wefts.Collection of the Art Institute of Chicago; Kate S. Buckingham Endowment.
You fail to see it coming. It’s always zombie humans ...
Catherine McNamara talks to Bryan Okwesili about flash fiction and the writing life
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A son submits to his mother’s haircuts and their rapport is restored.
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Catherine McNamara’s Love Stories for Hectic People reviewed
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This week on Litro Lab podcast, we have a disturbing piece of flash fiction with dystopian hints.
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