THE HUSBANDS by Erika Neenan

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THE HUSBANDS “Oh please. You cannot still be crying over him.”  “Well….he was….my husband...” The past tense uttered for the first time sent Laurel into a second round of head-in-hands sobs.  “I have three ‘was’ husbands honey,...

BLOW-UP BELLA by James Hanna

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THE HUSBANDS “Oh please. You cannot still be crying over him.”  “Well….he was….my husband...” The past tense uttered for the first time sent Laurel into a second round of head-in-hands sobs.  “I have three ‘was’ husbands honey,...

SEE YOU NEXT TIME by Morris McLennan

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SEE YOU NEXT TIME John stayed over Tuesday and Wednesday. I gave him a couple of stickers for his car so he could park on the street. I called in sick from work when he...

MAYBE TOMORROW by Michael Gray

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I’ll sit out on the porch, maybe smoke a cigarette, or drink a Coke. When someone comes along, I’ll smile like I’m just passing time carefree. But passersby know better. They don’t make eye...

BLOOD STAINS OVER TEAR STAINS by Zean Vicente

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Rigid Heartbeat. Shaking hands. Ragged breathing. Blood stains. Low moans. Distant screams. This is what I live for. Hearing people scream and cry over loved ones and losing their lives, brought absolute joy to...

BREAK THE ICE, NOT THE WATER by Emily Buenafuente

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“I hate this.” “No one asked you to be here.” “What’s your name, again?” The girl facepalmed and shook her head. “I told you; I don’t have one. I doubt you do either.” “I don’t?” the boy asked,...

DR. WHO ON CRACK by Tristan Dupasquier

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Joe couldn’t tell what time it was. He had been in here (the hospital?) for a couple of days now. There are no windows. The lack of sunlight has troubled him, the static coming...

THE POOL HALL by Todd Fabyanic

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 Jason’s currency was low, and he needed to level up if he was going to take it to the next level.  Nickel & dimming it at the entry-level tables would not make the cut...

APRIL HURRICANE by Dylan Ulin

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April would blow over the Iowa prairies when the boxing match called spring came around. The match was Jack Frost vs. Blooming Spring. They would clash on who gets the dominant climate, snow and...

SINCERELY, YOUR STRANGER by Aija White

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   It’s been thirty minutes, a long arduous, thirty minutes. We tried simply opening the door, which didn’t work. Then, we tried to break the windows and sadly, our collective upper body strength did...