Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

The Button Makes Three By Dex Campbell Will and Dawn stared at the red button installed on top of the white pedestal. “One of us has to press it,” Will said, although he makes no move to...

As Luck Would Have It By Daniel Pié       The oily humidity of late August causes his new cotton-blend shirt to cling. He gently pulls it loose, hoping to forestall wrinkles, but it re-attaches like a...

Dead to Meby Tailyn Augustine The sun was out, but it didn't provide any warmth; the chill of autumn crept into my body. The sounds of wildlife or at least the rustling of leaves from...

The Play’s the Thing By Thomas Belton In the first act, you get the hero up a tree, in the second you throw rocks at him, and in the third act you get the poor son-of-a-bitch back...

                                                            The Man "If only there was someone to boost me up," The man mumbled. I could barely make out his words, so I was sure he was talking to himself. He was the first to...

PAINT, WILL, CRY by Leryl Joseph Leonard was always the expressive one, not Will. Leonard was an artist, so expression was his thing. Everyone kept telling Will that it was strange he hadn’t cried yet, but...

Agoraphobia by Ross Mayo Jr Every day in today’s world is chaotic. Most people are either riding on a fast-moving train or are in desperate need to catch a ride on one. Whether it be an...

Love and Herman Cogan             It was the fall of 1961 and Cogan was alone again. He looked around his apartment for something to do. Not one to make a mess, he saw little to...

My Porcelain Girl by James L. Blackburn The voice of Janis Joplin awoke me.  She was wailing that she needed a man to love her.  But "it just can't be", she lamented over and over.  I was...

Norman doesn’t like sharing. He is begrudgingly sharing this with you now, albeit in the past, anonymously and once removed. If you want to stop reading he wouldn’t care, he’s not too bothered about...