In Which Sophie and I Clear a Forest
The crab apples had disappeared from Sophie’s grove across the street last week, but I didn’t notice until Sophie got…
And This Is How It Ended
The End Me at his door, trying to convince him I was a good person. But I wasn’t a good…
Numbers
Nationwide that year, 128 officers were killed in the line of duty. My father is number 87 in the official report,…
The I.C.’s
They were everywhere: the I.C.’s. You couldn’t spit without hitting one. You tripped over them in the street, on the…
Origami
It is impossible to fold the same piece of paper seven times. 1. You wrote inside the lines. Your textbooks…
Waving Tassels
Plan to Free The dog ate the turkey. Then killed all the village swans, piled the white corpses at the…
On the Day Meryl Stopped Being Pregnant
The top drawer of the old bureau painted to look new held thirty-six onesies, freshly laundered and folded into tiny…
the 2020 fractured lit micro fiction prize shortlist
We’re proud to announce the 25 titles of our shortlist! The submissions we received were resonant, inventive, and so engaging…
Lost Centuries
Yonder Years Ago So down a synapse they tunneled, carried past sensation burdens: memory waves chute-oscillated, irrigated crevices and canals…
Another Morning
The rifle leans by the cabin door. The gray window is cold to the touch. The mother sucks something from…
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