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Drought Season by Elisa Luna Ady In Southern California, we did lines of light. We wallowed sunlit in our hopscotch puddles, paddling the concrete, our palms smoothing away the chalk silhouettes we’d long ago giv…

Elisa Luna Ady, "Drought Season"
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Text: The Citron Review Best Microfiction Nominations. Image: Daisies

YAY! It's finally time for to share this year's nominees for the
@bestmicrofiction.bsky.social 2026 Anthology.
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The Oct issue drops Fri! Featuring @kellathornton.bsky.social @halfmoonmocha.bsky.social @hellbends.bsky.social @connorharding.bsky.social Ridwan Fasasi, @sainttangerine.bsky.social @mmkaufman.bsky.social @abhii106.bsky.social Genaro Aguilar, & Sara Kaplan-Cunningham

Mark those calendars!

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Our Oct issue is now live! Featuring @kellathornton.bsky.social @halfmoonmocha.bsky.social @hellbends.bsky.social @connorharding.bsky.social Ridwan Fasasi, @sainttangerine.bsky.social @mmkaufman.bsky.social @abhii106.bsky.social Genaro Aguilar, & Sara Kaplan-Cunningham

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Dear Little Mortuary by Elisa Luna Ady

"We held the light at the wrong slant, the cousins and I, like forgetting to floss our teeth or close the faucet. Someone dear to us had gone."

@hellbends.bsky.social's "Dear Little Mortuary"

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