Mr. Benz by Luke Fiske
First Prize 2009 Latte Fiction Awards. My wife came home that first evening with a note. Dear Karen, I seem to be lying here more and more thinking about how grateful I am to you, and what a special person you are[...]
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March 2009 Issue
A Small Rectangular Dredge by Renée Bacher
“Some snails, like Janthina, float all their lives at the surface of the ocean and are wafted about by the wind.”
Nina says, “Jack, stop reading out loud, get the seashells out of the hall and let’s get moving. I have to be on time for my interview.”
Book of Cakes by Karen Ackland
When asked why she’d never married, Michele replied that she was waiting for her mother to bake her wedding cake. Then she explained her mother had died almost fifteen years before. No one asked twice.
Elsie and the Ladder by Abraham Schneider
The first night I met Elsie I had just finished an evening of summertime carousing. It was high June, with ghosts of warm air floating outside. I returned to my bedroom in my apartment with an unopened bottle of beer. The condensation had turned to droplets, and they slid down the sides and made the label soggy.
Living Remains by Dennis Mahoney
The earliest memory I have of my mother, she’s digging a hole in the back yard. It’s raining and the ground is all black mud. A clump of sod is stuck to her calf, and after a while she puts the shovel down and digs with her hands[...]
A.D. by Brian Yansky
One day it wasn’t there. I woke to the dark, the same dark that had blanketed my room when I’d gone to bed. The clock said eleven. I opened the blinds and looked out over my black back yard, and it was, as in the late night, formless, the trees at the far edge hulking, indistinct shapes[...]
Whu Rllaey Worte Bradbury: A Coqiluloum by Terry Hertzler
(Tied) Winner 2008 Latte Short Shorts Contest. Fleolw hisortnais & sekrees ov tutrh, wocelme tu the beuiftaul becheas ov Devenr on the Ilse ov Coralodo! Snice tihs coqiluloum iz metineg tu dicusss mteatrs ov sifancgniice tu ar cunontiing msisoin ov hisortcail rveceroy[...]
These Hundred Trills by Rachel May
(Tied) Winner 2008 Latte Short Shorts Contest. The wrong road, I had to drive three hours north, through nothing: flat land, no trees, ripples of air against the pavement, toward the horizon, where there was more of nothing. Only the slightest arch to the land, anywhere. No cars. No trees.
November 2008 Issue
Artists Hill by Djelloul Marbrook
If there is anything of Salome in a woman, Bo believes something hapless in him will call it out. He’s the ideal witness to a woman’s bad behavior. And that’s why chagrin rises like vomit to his mouth when he stands on the ridge overlooking the south plat of the cemetery one September dawn and [...]
The Necessity of Maintenance and Repair by Fred Setterberg
“What’s that I smell?” demanded my father, cracking open the kitchen door, his face materializing in the jamb, his wide eyes ravenous, lordly, insatiable. Mom glanced up from the countertop, her right hand clenching an enormous blue sponge coated with Ajax. Already the butter yellow tiles were gleaming in tribute to her labors, the hacksaw [...]
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