Yearly Archives: 2009

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by Beth Robinson

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Tidewater Breakdown By Sarah McCraw Crow

Second Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
Brian was late getting home — he’d gone surfing with Rob, down at Rudee Inlet, and they’d stayed out a little too long, waiting for one decent spring wave — but even now, Carly’s minivan wasn’t in the driveway….

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Audition By M. M. De Voe

The listing sounded good…. I arrived exactly on time, breathless, dripping from the humidity, hair captive in a rubber band, flat and lifeless, white tank top sticking to my back. A trickle of sweat ran down between my breasts and itched, but I didn’t dare scratch.

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Virgin Flight 244, Chicago to Heathrow By M. M. De Voe

Winner, 2009 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
In airborne darkness, the pain of birth. She grabs her neck just above the locket and feels the pointy head of a small creature…

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Escape By John Shea

Honorable Mention, 2009 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
We’ve been told to escape. We’ve been told not to expect assistance, given the circumstances. We’ve been told that the enemy is not merely closer but is inside….

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respiratory system — resuscitator By John Shea

A Tale from Websters… “I should have taken better care of myself.” After drink and drugs and various forms of excess — some better left in memory’s shadows — his hands occasionally shook and his respiratory system was . . . well, let’s just say it was not always reliable…

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Last Meal By Ellen Peckham

As a child, reading of “…the convict’s last meal…”
I devised — I thought — menu impossible:
late season’s fruits, corn…

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Permanent Stains By Eileen Malone

She puts out bowl of anchovies
hunk of salami, round of cheese
a loaf of sour-dough bread

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Child of the World By Chelsea Langford

Review: Far From Algiers by Djelloul Marbrook. A full half year ago now, I found myself dropped lightly and very unceremoniously in another part of the world. I saw my new city from the iced-over plane window: orange and terracotta browns in a circle of antiquity….

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