Out past the headland, an old fisherman rows against the pull of the tide and his own life’s weight. In Devil’s Teeth, Gerri Brightwell renders the sea as both adversary ...
A refugee dinner in postwar New York becomes a haunting reckoning with class, memory, and survival.
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In VIDE-GRENIER, a woman reclaims more than her old house. She reclaims her voice, her fury, her documents, and a tiny sliver of freedom.
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An understated exploration of grief, love, and memory.
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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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In this wintry poem, Diana delves into her childhood Christmases: loss, reinvention, and belonging.
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Quirkiness meets tradition amidst the whimsical chaos of Mierenhoop’s Fête de l’Âne, with Olivia, Santa the donkey, and a reluctant Uncle Ryan. A festive flash fiction.
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Family trauma, China’s turbulent history, and the specter of death. ‘Invisible Wings’: a tale of survival, resilience, and magic.
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Experience the chilling beauty of ‘Pinnacle’ as winter’s grasp embraces high peaks, stirring reflections on life’s seasons. A stirring piece of flash.
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Dive into a world where the floor turns to snow, and auroras light up the sky. Lekha’s winter dreamscape unfolds in a tale of friendship, longing, and self-discovery.
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Demeter takes Persephone to concerts, cooking classes, pottery lessons. If she keeps throwing new possibilities up in the air like confetti, something will stick. Happiness will get caught under Persephone’s ...
Even after all these years, he couldn’t believe it’d happened while he was asleep. Curled up under the sheets, knees tucked. He never heard the screech of brakes, the impact ...
FAT TUESDAY
I’m six or seven, and we’re standing on Canal Street, my dad, mom and sister, who’s too young to remember any of this. It’s late February but so hot ...
We knew about the Staten Island Hanger, everyone did, sitting on its own on a large lot near the New York Harbor, like you could bring something up from the ...
They flew into Miami at night and decided to go straight to the hotel. They were both hungry but too tired to look for a place to eat. They had ...
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 ...
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This used to be a safe place
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Photo by Eric Wahlforss
One day a hole fell into a man. The hole, which had known only cold ground, took an immediate liking to the soft warm insides of ...
Four microfictions that dig into familial relationships in unexpected ways
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