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....
FIRST SIP by Haley Biermann
FIRST SIPby Haley Biermann
Everything is more charming in Harvard Square. The thought occurs to me as I approach the wooden framed doors of the slightly curved Starbucks on Mass Ave. Their two windows, like...
VICISSITUDE by James Tucker
VICISSITUDEby James Tucker
“You can’t miss the giant weeping beech in the back yard”. Those are the last of the directions the landlord gave me. He was not wrong.The tree is a colossus demanding...
CANDY IN THE VOID by Russ Bickerstaff
CANDY IN THE VOIDby Russ Bickerstaff
Candy was slipping around at odd angles. It was difficult for her to find her footing in and midst all of the gravity that was going on. And there...
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...
THE HOUSE ON EAST ORANGE STREET by Toni Morgan
THE HOUSE ON EAST ORANGE STREETBy Toni Morgan
Homer and Naomi lived in the house on East Orange Street fifty-seven years, forty of them Homer going off to work at the San Pedro docks each...
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...
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...
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...
THE INTERVIEW by Ken Puddicombe
INTERVIEWby Ken Puddicombe
As I ate my fried rice, I wondered if I should engage him in conversation. Or, would he think I was intruding?I tried breaking the ice. “Are you on lunch?”He wore no...