Litro’s Summer Issue ruminates on memory: of past relationships, childhoods, and the C-who-shall-not-be-named pandemic of 2020 to 2022.
Dorothy Lune's flash piece gives voice to a vibrant René Magritte painting, pushing the boundaries between words and visual arts.
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N/A Oparah brings us a funny, endearing exploration of the mother-daughter relationship, and the way religion plays a part.
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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 ...
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 ...
This used to be a safe place
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 ...
Photo by Nate Lampa
I can’t remember if the bench was wooden or metal or painted or plastic-coated or anything. Nor how it was structured—slatted throughout? A latticed back? A ...
Old photographs of a married couple fade away on a living room mantel.
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?”
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 ...
Tom wasn’t keen, but there was no choice near the jetty before we caught the tour boat.
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
I took the last picture I still have of you with a cracked old Polaroid we found at a yard sale in Andersonville.
His bottle’s gone. His power.
He turns towards The Lovely Adrienne to tell her: stall them, feed them a line. Too late, she’s already in the ring, her feathers sweeping the ...
So the plane is landing and I’m sitting next to my friend Sara who is going to NYU — in business class, mind you — we got upgraded — and ...
In the fourth grade, boys in the town of Huntington Harbor started to notice which girls were getting tits and who looked like Farrah Fawcett. They divided the girls into ...
