KINGFISH OF LOUISIANA by William R. Stoddart
Kingfish of Louisiana
The express jet banked low over huge storage vats of crude oil that lined the chocolate brown river. Damian was headed home after twenty-five years. He called his sister, Toni from his...
EDNA by Katie Sweeting
I didn’t know what to wear. Of all the things to think about on that first morning, I concentrated on clothing. Not too dressy—it wasn’t a party. I wouldn’t wear a clingy shirt or...
THE LIVES OF ANGELS by Mike Lee
It was one of those nights; the freaky snowstorm that never comes but once a comet’s pass here in this part of Texas. The car breaking down in the back of beyond in Travis...
ALTERATION by Claire Ibarra
Alteration
With dreams of chasing Richard through dimly lit subway stations and the dark, wooded trails of Central Park, Margaret had a fitful night. Yet, when she woke up in the morning something was...
SPLIT THE G by Jack Hutchinson
Split the G
Henry sat down at the Auld Shillelagh and made a dismal attempt at splitting the G. The black settled just above the bottom of the harp. His friend and flatmate, Conor Brady,...
JUNKYARD DOG by Henry Alan Paper
JUNKYARD DOG
I was fifteen and rabid, roaming the streets of Los Angeles like a wild dog, watching videogames on TV, old boxing matches on YouTube, Tik-Tok and Instagram on my phone, listening to...
HUNGRY by Liz Shine
Hungry
It’s a typical boring Saturday. Susie woke two hours ago, but is still lying in bed, thinking. She stares at the top-bunk ceiling, breathing the air of her shared bedroom. One of those leftover-hot...
THE FIG TREE by Peter Roxburgh
Izabela’s earliest memory is of picking fruit from the fig tree that bordered the stream which ran along the bottom of her garden. She was probably four or five years old; it was before...
437 WILTON STREET by Zach Murphy
437 Wilton Street (A Brick Story)
Charlie’s wistful heart tingles as he pulls up to 437 Wilton Street, the apartment building from his childhood. Everything is gone but the skeleton of a structure and the...
LOST by Michael Emeka
Lost
By Michael Emeka
Night had fallen by the time I returned from hawking banana for Mummy. I stood the large steel tray against the wall and handed her the cash I’d made. Looking stern, she...