Fiction - Year VII - Number 50 - July 2021

Staller Breaks Philip Brunetti It was all on stall for a short while longer.  He’d put himself on stall.  This was one of the few options.  Now that his heart was broken and he’d wept in...

Fading Away Why was he looking at me? I was trying to make myself invisible. I know I looked awful – a complete mess. Was that why he was looking at me? Did my slovenly...

SMOKERS by Joe Baumann      Simon and Mills buried the dog the day before the coffee shop opened.      “I’ll be okay,” Simon said when they came home from the vet’s office.  He held Bailey’s leash tangled tight...

GOING  HOME Springdale, Ohio.                 God, what a place.                 It was the sort of small town that lacked any of the charm that made small towns desirable in the hearts and minds of people who didn't...

The Unforgotten Girl He knew she lived in the egg house on the corner of Windflower Lane—the faded yolk one with cream-shell shutters. He knew who she was and where she came from and he...

Freckles By Sabahattin Ali / Translated by Aysel K. Basci It was a hot, sultry day. I had just left a friend’s home, where I had spent most of the evening drenched in perspiration, listening to...

A Cup of Tea. Of course, time travel is impossible. If it had been invented or discovered, we would know about it. This is for the simple reason that no matter what time the invention...

Malcolm watched from the doorway as Imogene switched around place cards for their dinner party one last time. He was lucky to have found a wife with such a strong sense of, not snobbery…...

A place where love never endsThe room had seafoam colored walls, and one window:from it you could see the smoke. It was the middle of the day. Iwas at the end of my rope....

SEATTLE, 1961 by Mike Dillon As mother raised her fist to knock on the white door, she paused and glanced back at me. “Please take your cap off.” So, I did. “That’s what little gentlemen do,” she added...