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Red Ink
“I mean, what are they gonna do if they wanna take ‘em back!?” I used to say. That was a joke of mine for a long time. Yeah, got a ...
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 ...
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, ...
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 ...
Splintered
The river water bubbles from my mouth, its dirty gray movement cascading over stones rough and smooth. I come to this place at the narrowing of the year, a hike ...
Digital Subscriptions, Fiction, Litro #116: Humour
At the Conference
It had been one of those whirlwind conference romances. Now the very distinguished and very pretty professor from Irvine and I were deciding whether to attend one more afternoon session, ...
Storytelling in 140 Characters
Brevity is difficult. It’s hard enough having to “cull” our stories to make them tighter, what about doing it in only 140 characters? Well, Manoj Pandey can. And he invited ...
Digital Subscriptions, Fiction, Litro #103: Anti-Love
Abduction, Again. by Janis Butler Holm
In the beginning, we soared. We knew the crackle of constellations, the heat of worlds unborn. Our coupling was cosmic. He said it was in the stars. Delicately, he probed ...
Digital Subscriptions, Fiction, Litro #96: Gangs
Mister Biggies Swims and Eats with the Fishes by Alan McCormick
Why wasn’t the hand in the cloud enough to stop the car from diving into the canal? Perhaps it just wasn’t seen; people are in such a rush these days. ...