Fiction - Year II - Number 6 - March 2017

HEADLESS BUDDHABy Stephen J. Gallas The baked clay temple towered over the clearing surrounded by lush green foliage, and served as the only landmark in sight. This particular temple was set away from the innumerable...

MOURNER'S PRAYERBy Richard Klin      After the end of the Second World War—after the German occupation, the round-ups, the hiding—the tailor’s son and daughter boarded a ship and left Brussels forever, bound for New York...

TIMES BEING WHAT THEY AREBy Beth Deitchman Raymond put off telling his employees about the impending branch closure for three weeks.  At first he held onto the hope that the bank's prospects would change, and...

THRIFTY'SBy Tony D'Aloisio You could see him through the glass of the front doors as we came walking along up the sidewalk of the Kilkenny shopping center.  Chuck.  Standing in front of that one pinball...

LOVE AT LAST DANCEBy Jonathan Ferrini Traffic inches along the 101 Freeway at rush hour South of San Francisco on a Friday evening except for the luxury buses racing up the carpool lane. I can...

MRS. HENDRICKSONBy Debra Levy Billy Jr. was swimming in the lake with his mother. He was a good swimmer for a five-year-old, fearless in the water. They were out beyond the pier, in the drop-off...