Editor's Pick, Fiction, FridayFlash
Slow Train in Winter
Blondirikard Fröberg.
The trees are shades; hovering ghosts. I’m going to see my mother in her village. The compartment is warm; my wife is asleep. I can almost go to sleep ...
Digital Subscriptions, Fiction, Litro #125: Germany
Love by the Wall
They are building the wall in the swamp, digging the trench, maintaining the sluices to keep the area dry. Still, water seeps in. The wall will never stand ...