Haight Street smells like bong residue left on a beer-soaked couch overnight. The smoke from sandalwood incense wafting out of the Liquor and Vitamin store adds to the reek. Me ...
Nick felt a fierce surge of joy as he struck the match. He cupped his hand to shield the sudden flare, the hot tang of phosphorus strong ...
I grew up duck hunting. Which I never really liked because you had to wake up at some obscene hour, wade through a freezing swamp and sit in a dark ...
It took the combined efforts of Rich and MacPherson’s maid to pour the little man into his clothing. They shuffled him out the door braced between them. The windows were ...
Nick drives the green-and-gold Gennaro Financial Recovery Chevy to the levee but, it being August, the levee is dry. The moment the name and address came in, Nick said he’d ...
The wind from the Pacific was stronger and cooler than the time of year suggested it might have been. Salt sea wind and hot sun burned pale skins, and caught ...
“New York” is Sabrina Mahfouz’s first ever piece of short fiction and is from a collection called So, Here I Am.
Yeh so they shot him. You heard he’s dead. Yeh he’s ...
Life seemed so much simpler to Gavrilovich Gikalov during his youth. The Soviet regime was liberating the third world against the tyrannical US and her oppressive allies, as the radio ...
When Sofia and her granddad passed through the archway and into the square, everything was still under one big shadow. Her hand felt hot inside her granddad’s and he was ...
After a short quiz and an eye exam, the chubby middle-aged man in dark green coveralls inspected Hazel’s fuse box. His experienced fingers prodded gently at the nape of her ...
Hotel Koruna
Opatovicka
Prague
29th July 2009
Dear Damek,
I am in Prague! Surprised? I am. I’m here for the weekend, till Sunday, arriving this morning. Yesterday I ...
I was there when he took his last breath, and God forgive me, I captured it within the soul glass …
Monsieur Etienne had been ill for days. His ragged breath ...
Sunday morning I open the front door and there she is, my one true love.
She really is very, very lovely and what’s more, she’s pretty much everything I expected. She’s ...
The man can hear the keening, coughing noises from the bottom of the dusty track. The track leads to a small stone cottage nestled between a group of scrubby trees ...
Last summer I went to the divorce party of someone I barely knew or liked at school. Toward the end of the evening the mother of the girl in question ...
Hello, I’m eighteen years old and I feel damp. I live in the green house on Love of God Street. I’m the bathtub mildew.
I used to ...
Litro is pleased to present this first story from Maya Iriondo: meditation on the shifting history and culture of her Basque heritage, where the concept of your roots become ...