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Gloves of Gdańsk
Read the winner of our Poland / Bruno Schulz-inspired flash fiction competition, by Amanda Oosthuizen. Continue Reading Gloves of Gdańsk
Otters
He couldn’t remember who had started what. Had he grabbed her breast and squeezed at her poking swollen nipple underneath the grey sweat-stained top? Or had there been some ...
This Gallery
We reached an understanding as I stared into one of Turner’s stormier seascapes. You came up behind me, tucked two icy fingers into the soft warmth at the inside of ...
Germany Style
Does your hand rub over the skin, or move with the skin, I asked. Claire placed a sandwich bag over her bristle brush to try and demonstrate the skill. Oh, ...
Iridescent Insects: What is Flash Fiction?
“I usually compare the novel to a mammal, be it wild as a tiger or tame as a cow; the short story to a bird or a fish; the microstory ...
Sea Defences
I find a heavy stone before slipping out of my clothes. I weight them down and run as best I can, the wind chasing me, catching me each time it ...
The Look They Give You
All of this is façade, of course. The young girl at the counter might believe you, but the manager is back there, and he knows. He’s thinking the new girl ...
In the beginning: Sudden Fiction
Tania Hershman, Litro’s guide to the world of flash fiction, kicks off her new column with a homage to the Sudden Fiction series of books that ignited her love of ...
Paloma Zamora González
Paloma Zamora González tries to be a tolerant person, she really does. But no one likes to be tested. She works hard on her lawn, often in seething, pitiless Florida ...
Waiting For The Snow
She turns away from the window and catches her reflection in a shard of mirror still left hanging in its frame. There are red welts on her arms and neck ...
Weep and Dance
This had not been his first marriage. He had been tied for seemingly interminable years to a shrew whose very existence had carved premature lines on his handsome face. Her ...
At Least It Could Get No Worse
One day, the flies multiplied. Flies were everywhere. People blamed the government, then global warming, then cities, then humans, the way we destroyed the balance of nature. Words didn’t matter. ...
The Confession
I bring out the teapot, and some loose leaf Darjeeling. A priest should have a proper cup of tea. I can’t help but wonder what they’re talking about. Of course, ...
Free Stuff
The rain might wreck some of the books but it doesn’t matter because they’re all for free anyway. Nearly everything I own is in the alley by my block of ...
Shalimar
It started small. At first I didn’t mind losing the noises from outside. No more screaming neighbours. No more overly-vocal mating pigeons, no more footballs bouncing hard against the fence. ...
Lily
We walked across the street to the park. Some of our number dropped back, heading to the pub. They claimed they were too manly to go any longer without beer, ...
Those Clear, Unblinking Eyes
He came out of the cell calmly at eight in the morning with nothing to say. The captain had never seen anyone come out of a cell so calmly.
The other ...
Parthian Shot
He’s tapping the pen on the table again, three strikes to every second that the kitchen clock measures. I’d expected this, and my coup de main is prepared. The plate ...
The Sump Pit
All that year I came down to lie beside you. Some nights I’d fall asleep on our stone bed, waking the next morning stiff and sore and unable to move. ...
Lovecats
This morning, she posted a picture of a funny cat on my Facebook wall.
She knew I’d appreciate it because a few days ago I’d posted one on her wall, though ...