DAGGER by Maureen Grace
DAGGERby Maureen Grace
“Ohhh,” he cried quietly, so as not to scare off the passers by; their handouts had allowed him to eek out the barest of succor for...
HIT MEN HAVE FEELINGS TOO by Edward D. Hunt
HIT MEN HAVE FEELINGS TOOby Edward Daniel Hunt
Boston’s North EndAfter dropping his boss, Albee, at home in Milton, Tony Gazzo returned to the North End. Albee Parillo after...
THE NEVER-ENDING WINDOW by Matt Ingoldby
THE NEVER-ENDING WINDOWby Matt Ingoldby
It was sometime in April when I returned from the clinic for a period of rest. My uncle had agreed to pay rent in...
A RECURRING DREAM by Ana Vidosavljevic
A RECURRING DREAMby Ana Vidosavljevic
Mila woke up to the sound of Fajr prayer. It was still pitch-dark outside. She came close to the window and pulled back the...
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COLLEGE TOWN by Jeff Kulik
COLLEGE TOWNby Jeffrey Kulik
It’s hot today, and as I look up at the sun I feel a bead of sweat rolling down the back of my neck. It...
FILADELPHIA by D. Matt McGowan
FILADELPHIAby Matt McGowan The way people talk about it just makes it worse. Taboo but titillating. Cheap excitement at the expense of others. Voyeurism dressed up as outrage.The husbands decided to go golfing....
WE COULD SMOKE by Mackenzie Gasperson
WE COULD SMOKEby Mackenzie Gasperson
“Smoke?” Robert’s voice was suddenly behind me. It made me jump, and sent a shiver down my spine that only made the cold air...
A GUEST AT THE CLUB by Henry Simpson
A GUEST AT THE CLUBby Henry Simpson
“That was a delightful performance, counselor,” said a man with a voice that easily pierced the sound and fury of the courthouse...
BETWEEN THE SHADOW AND THE SOUL by Bhavika Sicka
BETWEEN THE SHADOWAND THE SOULby Bhavika Sicka Shafiq stood overlooking the sprawling concrete wilderness that was Old City. The day was closing, and the muezzin's call to prayer could be heard wafting across...
SEA COW by David H. Miller
SEA COWby D. Harrington Miller
Edna’s knuckles cracked, a stark sound of snapping twigs that was muffled by the mud. She clenched her fists again, letting the bones grind. ...
