Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

GORSEby Ben Rosenthal They picked up Wild Gorse at McCarren International and there he was, dragging a reptile skin embossed travel case. He wore a mackerel-colored seersucker meant to...

MEETING MINUTESby Brooke Reynolds   Jessica Derby slipped into room A19 just in time. It was her first PTA committee meeting. She had no idea what to expect having just...

CHILDREN AT PLAYby Dana Hart Every second Tuesday of the month is Career Day for Mrs. Ainsley’s Saving Grace Kiddos sixth graders, an amusing change of pace from singing psalms to...

GOLDEN BROWNby Souzi Gharib  "What is the colour of your eyes?" an articulate voice inquires."Golden brown," I answer with the ease only characteristic of self-description, particularly the  physiognomic  type....

AND THEN WHAT COULD YOU DO?by Maureen McCafferty The doctor stood behind her desk, offering a steady hand and smile, as if Maeve had come to open a checking...

A WINTER COATby Sevasti Iyama On a nightstand, there were red roses in a glass vase. Against the hospital’s stark fluorescent lighting, the roses made Calliope’s eyes hurt. That...

DAMAGE COLLATERALby Susannah Louise part i We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide...

DREGSby Jessica Ciosek  “You know,” she said, twisting her feet for a 360 view, “I think I could kick your ass in these boots.”  She smiled when she said...

SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENTby D.S. White    What to do? What to do? That was the question.Today we would graduate together, Michael, Charles, Tony and I. All gentlemen. Scholars, maybe. Learned, to a degree....

WELL DONE BOO BOOby Kathryn Merriam  Five years. It has only been five years, and so much has happened in those five years.I would not trade him for the...