Berkeley Square
We took BART and then a bus down University Avenue, me in my jeans and black pleather jacket, as soft…
THOUGH SALLY WANTS TO KNOW EVERYTHING, THERE ARE SOME THINGS SHE CAN’T QUITE REACH
but she is always multiplying, like a rabbit. In this version of the universe, Sally is only nine years old…
2022 The Fractured Lit Micro Fiction Prize Winners and Shortlisted Writers
First Place: Raising Rabbits by F.E. Choe 2nd Place: Burn It All Down by Karen Jones 3rd Place: Casual Pinch,…
Prison in Hawaii
The air raid sirens sounded and my brother Bruno scrambled, demanding to know where my basement was. I didn’t have…
The Newborn
The swaddled newborn startles awake at a quarter to midnight. I plug his mouth with a powder blue pacifier bearing…
The Made Boy
This little boy has forgotten how he was made. He is old enough to know he can’t ask his teddy…
TRYST
The secret to sin is to do it in secret. We learned secrecy young—two girls taught to swallow our hunger—so…
Everything So Different and the Same
How pointlessly beautiful, a tree. How massive and calm and sometimes crushing and on fire. How a tree’s waving branches…
Attaboy Louis
Louis liked the name: Prospect Cemetery. As if its prescient eighteenth-century builders had known that one day college boys would…
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