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A FATHER’S SON
A son re-imagines his fate after his father’s funeral.
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
The Ice Man
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, StorySunday
HUNGER
A story of the saapin.
BREATHLESS MOON
A man processes unconscious trauma in a unique and unusual way
Editor's Pick, Fiction, StorySunday
DRIVING IN THE DARK
A man’s shame is doubled when he hides what he witnessed.
Editor's Pick, Fiction, StorySunday
ORI
A reflection on identity and time in the context of immigration
Editor's Pick, Fiction, StorySunday
MAUD’S BABY
A single mother begins to understand that her old best friend can recharge her life in a way that no else could
WE’RE PROMISED RAIN
Old photographs of a married couple fade away on a living room mantel.
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 ...
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 ...
Lemon Drop
‘Everyone deserves the truth, Nouk.’
Someone to Love Me
He said he was a fashion designer. But he lived off his investments.
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, ...
The Provision of Benches
The joys of sitting weren’t lost on someone who stood for a living.
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.
Mrs. Hawkins and the Orchard
“I put forward that The Orchard is a cornucopia of temptation.”