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FINALLY! . . . . #litmags #publishing #shortfiction #fiction #shortstories #shortstory (at Columbus, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoKpdpFLgrK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

"Once, toward the end of my career as a crab, still reeling from my breakup and unable to sleep, I was exhausted from an hour of giving kids high-fives. It was a sweltering day. They did not see that underneath my mask, like Jasmine, I could not stop weeping." ~ Ernie Wang, from his flash fiction "A Mask of Our Own" one of two of his pieces in our current issue #story #flashfiction #shortstory #fiction #litmags https://www.instagram.com/p/CZhLakkLE9g/?utm_medium=tumblr

"I still can’t believe she hasn’t processed, hasn’t become outraged, that the cyanotype was created by slicing up a woman’s body. It will occur to me later that pretty much everything in this place relies on ideas of dead women. On our way down, Julia and I will tarry at the display of the Frankfurt kitchen, a post-war modernist wonder constructed using time-motion studies to support a woman’s work washing, ironing, cooking, all while moving as little as possible." ~ Barbara Lock, from her story "The Cyanotype" in our current issue #story #shortstory #fiction #litmags #reading https://www.instagram.com/p/CZMlednL3k9/?utm_medium=tumblr

"The phone. I was on it all the time—a few of my interviews took place over email, but most people wanted to hear a voice before they poured out their cancer story. He and I had been the opposite. A voice was personal. Still, we set a date for a Saturday when Millie would be in Berkeley at a training. The night before I slept not at all. In the count down to his call, I paced the floor, anxious and afraid. When the phone rang at our appointed time, I picked it up on the fourth ring. I could hear his voice shaking as he pronounced my name." ~ Sharon Pomerantz, from her story "Three Women," featured on our current issue #fiction #shortstory #litmags #storymagazine https://www.instagram.com/p/CZHmCODrqFv/?utm_medium=tumblr

"My classmates’ names were similar, as though pieced together with limited parts on a factory assembly line: Yoder, Schroeder, Kreuger, Mueller, Boyle, Doyle, Croyle. They’d been raised up on soccer, skiing, guitars, and vegetables as a snack, and they all spoke in the same accent, retaining every single letter of every single word. When I showed up in class on the first day and counted zero other kids like me, I knew why the school had covered my tuition." ~ Soma Mei Sheng Frazier, from her new story "Subnivean" in our latest issue! #fiction #litmags #story #shortstory #storymagazine https://www.instagram.com/storylitmag/p/CY9VVGilyJa/?utm_medium=tumblr

"No one else seemed to have noticed. I didn’t know what to say. What was there to say? But then a woman leaned out the window, there was splashing, a man’s voice. Looking around it was obvious I had misunderstood, this was a joke, and I felt such a shame in this—that I should have been ready to scream after a man who was only climbing out his own window." ~ Ellen Rhudy, from her new story "Best of Times" in our autumn 2021 issue #litmags #fiction #shortstory #storymagazine #story https://www.instagram.com/p/CWYX-XAF4_C/?utm_medium=tumblr