ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANA by Robert Kirkley
ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANAby Bob Kirkley
On the first Saturday of May, Barry's mother signed him up for soccer camp, the two-year-old class. She sighed. Now came the tricky part."Every Saturday morning at 10:30 in...
THE BLUE HAT by Linda Juliano
THE BLUE HATby Linda Juliano
Allison dragged fear and exhaustion behind her like a steer straining against a yoke as she followed the dirt path around one of several man-made lakes in Golden Gate Park....
DEICIDAL SECOND GRADER by Juan Villagomez
DEICIDAL SECOND GRADERby Juan Fernando Villagomez
I never went to church before my first week in Catholic school. The student body attended mass every Friday, and before the first service that year, Sister Juanita talked...
SATISFACTION by Lisa Lopez Snyder
SATISFACTIONBy Lisa Lopez Snyder
Logan slumped in the funk of his futon, PBR in hand, and looked over at the glistening tank. Funny how they moved, he thought, as he watched his goldfish flit about...
GOOGLE MAPS by Harry Groome
GOOGLE MAPSby Harry Groom
The Gardiners, along with Roger Anderson and Dorothy Vaux, had gotten hopelessly lost on their way to the party and swore that on the way home they’d use the GPS like...
A NATIVE AUSPICE by Joseph Garcia
A NATIVE AUSPICEby Joseph Garcia
I can hear the teeth of the comb scrape against my scalp. I tightly clench my jaw without a sound to prove my grit to my father. His hair is...
NEW YORK SOUVENIR by Luke Bandy
NEW YORK SOUVENIRby Luke Bandy
Fred held the copper coin in his fingertips. Its color almost matched his hair and its value matched how he felt about himself. He tightened a grip on the penny...
THE BLACK DEATH OF HAPPY HAVEN by A. Elizabeth Herting
THE BLACK DEATH OF HAPPY HAVENby A. Elizabeth Herting
The residents of the Happy Haven Retirement Community had no idea where the cat came from, just that he had been living there for as long...
MEETING MELISSA by Edith Boyd
MEETING MELISSAby Edith Boyd
The gate guard’s voice was different. Less deferential.“Mrs. Palmer, there’s a young woman named Melissa here to see you. ““Did she tell you her last name?” I said. “I don’t...
STRANGERS NO MORE by Tara Lynn Marta
STRANGERS NO MOREBy Tara Lynn Marta
Stacey didn’t want much out of life. Just happiness and stability. It wasn’t a lot for a young woman of seventeen to ask for. But living in a two-bedroom...