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THE ISLAND
On an island with three friends
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FISHER OF MEN
A priest holds forth in a bar
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UNRELIABLE MEMOIR: CLOTHES
A memoir through clothes
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BROOD XXV
Visitors to Earth know what they have to do.
SUPPLY COMPANY
In those days, business was good.
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CUL-DE-SAC
We have narrowed it down to two possibilities . . .
BLOOPY
I wasn’t even going to go to that party . . .
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WANTING
He didn’t know he wanted this until it was happening
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A SISYPHEAN EXILE
She is obsessed with storms.
WE’RE PROMISED RAIN
Old photographs of a married couple fade away on a living room mantel.
KEEPING UP WITH MYSELF, KEEPING UP WITH YOU
Years ago, I used to star my nails with moons . . .
VIETNAMESE GUY AT THE NAIL SALON
The Vietnamese guy at the nail salon asks me how my day’s going. I sit down and smile politely answering proudly in flawless German “alles gut, und dir?”
FridayFlash, Interviews, Writing Fuel
A Flash of Inspiration: “It Wasn’t For Me” by Katy Ward
Welcome to Litro’s A Flash of Inspiration series! Once a month we will select a flash fiction or short story submission that we find especially intriguing and run a brief ...
CONCENTRIC CIRCLES
Tom wasn’t keen, but there was no choice near the jetty before we caught the tour boat.
MY LIFE AS THE WIFE OF HARRISON FORD
I was heading toward the frozen-food aisle, my mind filled with visions of chicken nuggets, when I bumped into something — hard. When I turned to see what I had ...
WANDERING STARS
Manual labor suited Kiichi best. After the Great Kantō earthquake of 1923 killed his wife and young daughter, he ended up in Kobe and worked at the port as a ...
OUR TOURIST
Our tourist stood at the street corner. They didn’t know how to get to where they were going and were too scared to ask us for help.
The wind blew their ...
EMILY, ANECHOIC
The anechoic chamber lay at the heart of six concrete onion layers, a nesting of rooms within rooms, each room with twelve-inch thick walls. The chamber made no contact with ...
LONGING
How strange to think of life in your bedroom, staring at the wall, or at the kitchen window, waiting for the kettle to boil; to remember dark days after work, ...
STOP MAKING SENSE
I took the last picture I still have of you with a cracked old Polaroid we found at a yard sale in Andersonville.