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...
PELIOS HAS DEPARTED by Reed Kuehn
Pelios Has Departed
DSM-5 Criteria for PTSD
Criterion A (one required): The person was exposed to: death, threatened death, actual or threatened serious injury, or actual or threatened sexual violence
Criterion B (one required): The traumatic event...
MAYA by Meghana Karanjkar
MAYA
Her tiny fingers tightly clutched the backpack . A small, pink suitcase lay by her feet. She and Alice sat next to each other on the dark beige, traditional sofa. Her legs dangled a...
UNDERLYING CONDITION by Vincent Barry
Underlying Condition
When I was mustering out—
Whoa! I’m not talking anything as intrepid as Ranger Company for Field Force II. No, no, the Peace Corps is all. Uganda. Y’know, Idi Amin, “Big Daddy”— “His Excellency...
THE BIOLOGY OF COURAGE by Mark Blickley
Photograph by Katya Shubova
“The Biology of Courage”
by
Mark Blickley
My name is Jull Soares and I am a bastard. This is not a particular opinion that I, or anyone else that I'm aware of, has placed...
AROUND THE CORNER by Delancy Gunther
Around the Corner
My heart beat fast against my chest as I ran down the halls of the office. What once was my solitude now became a maze, twisting and turning around every corner trying...
THE MEMORIAL OF MRS. E. BENJAMIN HANNECKER by Sarah Schiff
I’ve thought a lot about what I’d say if I were the one leading Mrs. Hannecker’s memorial service today. It’s a fantasy, I know. I’m just a coworker. But memorizing lines is what I...