Fiction – Year VIII – Number 55 – November 2022

   When we were in the truck mama told daddy that after this trip she was done. But not long after she said that she turned to me with a big smile on her...

Frank is driving Bardstown Road toward the city, toward the interview, toward the next logical step. From high in the sky, it seems, he can see himself. This is how he often sees himself,...

                                                        The Hills of Don Dilli    When the door first flung open, I was greeted by the most welcoming sight. Glittering pearls floated through the hallways, the smell of fresh poppies filled the air,...

Only half an hour for my pastel sticks to flesh out shapes, contours, and shadows of your profile. Then I stop for weeks. Why this hesitation? A week later I adjust an angle of your...

"Water, sand, and trees brought us to this valley over two-hundred years ago. Now it’s dry,” Mom. Our forebears came from Flanders, glass-makers. “For generations. Telling stories in glass.”When the small glassblowers could no...

Lily finally recognized the waitress after her third glass of wine. The girl had definitely dyed her hair blonde, but she still had the same gapped tooth smile from high school.             “Excuse me.” Lily...

Sixteen was the number of balled up tissues on the floor. She counted them each time she dropped a new one to the floor. The pillow was sopping from the tears and snot. She...

A woman, hands folded in front of her stomach, walked across my front yard. I watched from my window. It startled me. But why did it startle me? It wasn’t what I expected. And...

Banging on the door, I realized, was not going to free me from this situation. I was stuck in here with Tyler, the one that my girlfriends deemed “the perfect man.” I never thought...

Cayley struggled with the two heavy bags of dirty clothes. She made her way down to the laundromat and searched for an unused washer. She tossed her clothes into the washer and put on...