Fiction – Year VIII – Number 55 – November 2022

Passions of the Embassyboy George Guledani Employees were crowded at the guard terminal entrance waiting for the opposite doors to shut. It was already late, but people knew their bosses usually attended a morning press briefing;...

   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,...

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...

     Tonight is one of those strange times Rex is almost getting used to. It’s the end of October, and he’s hiding behind the tree across the street from his house. From here can...

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...

"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...

                                                        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,...

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...

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...