TRADIO by Richard Luftig
TRADIOby Richard Luftig
I stubbed out my tenth Winston of the morning. Thank God we were nearing the end of the show. “We’re back,” I said, feigning enthusiasm. “Time for two more calls. You’re on Tradio....
A GOOD SLEEPER by Keith Jenereaux
A GOOD SLEEPERby Keith Jenereaux
The condensation that crept from the bottom of the window was high enough to hide the small front yard from Holly. Any other time she would have wiped it clear...
DEATH ENTERS THE ROOM by Elaine Rosenberg Miller
DEATH ENTERS THE ROOMBy Elaine Rosenberg Miller
“Did you hear that?”“What?” he said, his voice muffled by a pillow.
The children were finally asleep. They followed a nightly ritual. She would tell them stories, sing to...
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 (could it really be?) twenty-seven years. He...
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 becoming more successful had moved to...
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 my absence, but not to look...
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 curtain. The sky was overloaded with...
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 reminds me of the old times,...
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. Even mine,...
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 worse. Adding to my goosebumps, my...