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short fiction, flash/micro fiction

Litro Print Magazine

print magazine: short fiction, flash/micro fiction, nonfiction (memoir, literary journalism, travel narratives, etc), and original artwork (photographs, illustrations, paintings, etc) based on the designated monthly theme (translations are welcome) 


podcast: we sometimes feature standalone stories—fiction and nonfiction. It can follow the month’s theme, or not, and must be no longer than five minutes

podcast: we also run audio interviews and readings with authors, episodes exploring a particular theme/subject such as Japanese folk tales, and even real-world reportage

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Anchorite

A New Yorker finds solace in an unexpected place in Florida.

Dedicated Dancers of the Greater Oaks Retirement Community 

“We’ve only just begun to live, White lace and promises, A kiss for luck and we’re on our way…”

“We’ve only begun,” I sang in a hushed declaration. I sat in an empty pew, staring at the water-stained carpet below me. Completely ignoring the...

We've Only Just Begun, Frankie

One older man, Jim, has a poodle the color of wet cement. It sits on his lap. Another older man, the one who hates poodles, sits on the other side of the table.

The Cashmere Cloak

“Today’s a good day.” Stephen Andrews points at a full head of hair above his wan face. He tells me it’s a wig then stops and holds his index finger up like that guy in the painting of Jesus having supper. “You can still smell Karen Hazard on that.”

Stephen Andrews

I Wanted To Catch A Whale

An online review of a robot nanny takes a dark twist.

AuPAIR

"Two decades ago I met a futurist. Maggie wore a peasant blouse over her ruffled skirt, but she didn’t pull out a tarot deck. Instead, she spread out a map. She drew an index finger up the coastline of Western Australia and marked our location..."

Destination Unknown

No Angels

I’ve looked for Heidi everywhere.

The first place I always look is under my pillow in the morning, because I swear I hear her voice in the night. I’m always surprised when all I see is my fitted under-sheet – clean and white and totally Heidi free.

Looking for Heidi in the Glove Box

'Back Story

The first time that I wrote something, I was in Japan, eating an egg that I’d hard- boiled in a Hello Kitty kettle with Engrish faux-proverbs all over the side...'

A hybrid essay, combining writing advice and memoir.

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