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Fall 2018 Issue

The Enormous Typewriter By Matt Cashion

Second Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
At five a.m. they heard a crash like a house had fallen from the sky, so Marty told Maria, “We’re fine, everything’s fine.” He fought to untangle his feet and find the floor and get down the hall to their five year-old son…

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The Warehouse By Keltie Zubko

Second Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
Balanced half on a battered metal rung, half on the front of the stone-faced building, the young man stretched to touch the letters of the sign, and then down behind them. He felt for wires and fittings that once supplied the electricity, making them glow, a beacon in the dark, inviting the neighborhood to watch stories by the light of their artificial fires. “Blockbuster,” it still spelled, in dull yellow and faded blue…

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Cherry By Chris Morgan

First Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
Fifty-year-olds don’t climb trees. They don’t trespass either, although it was a question whether I was actually trespassing. Hadn’t I gone to school here? Wasn’t this my church once, back when I believed in churches? I grasped the forked branch above me and used it to drag myself a few more inches along the rough limb I was straddling. A little closer to the sky. A little closer to the past….

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Wild Horses By Faith Shearin

Third Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
That winter, on our island, a flu arrived by fishing trawler; it was carried up the stairs of a cottage not far from our own on the hands of a visiting uncle, and soon all the Tillett daughters caught it: their faces flushed with fever, their lungs filling with fluid….

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Love Trouble By Holly Woodward

“I’m a nightmare in bed,” I told the stranger staring at my cleavage.

He leaned close, tilting the barstool….

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Mandorla By Jaclyn Costello

Winner, 2018 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
No one talked about the difficulty of the first transition because no one could talk at that time. We weren’t even apes. Barely sentient beings. Un-cognizant of our own evolution happening. A leaf pushed in the wind. Twigs swept on the stream. We simply became, suddenly.

This time, the second time….

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Winter 2017 Issue

Nothing to Declare By Edward Hamlin

Second Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
The old farm pond lay just beyond the electric gate with its invisible eye and whispering hydraulics. “Stop,” said Perry from the rear seat, “I need a moment here.” […]

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Out of Order By Jennifer Perrine

First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
When Toby finished living his life for the second time, he was met with a blinding light. Had he known that this was the end, that he was waking now, reentering the world, he might have assumed the light was heaven, or death…

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The Dark By Lauren Lynn Matheny

Third Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
My brother slept with his backpack on. Every night, before he got in bed, he would follow my orders like a grunt at boot camp: pajamas on, teeth brushed, hair combed, face washed. I’d call him away from whatever he was reading (that year, it was always something about bugs; huge encyclopedic collections with pictures of larvae….

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Condolence By Michele Ruby

Winner, 2017 Literal Latte Short Short Contest.
The family of Jack Shane
wishes to thank you
for your kindness and sympathy
at this difficult time.

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