LET’S MAKE A DEAL by Nicolette Munoz
LET’S MAKE A DEALby Nikki Munoz
“I want to renegotiate the terms of our relationship.”What the actual fuck?“I—okay?”“I say this because I genuinely want to be your friend. I just don’t want to pursue a...
THE GARBAGE MAN by Rachael Peralez
THE GARBAGE MANBy R. Peralez
The note reads:‘Dear Garbage man, Please make sure you get ALL the trash out of the can.Thanks! The Brewsters’
I stand there just holding the damp piece of paper. The A-L-L scrawled in...
THE BIG MOVE by Maria Frangakis
THE BIG MOVEby Maria Valenzuela Frangakis
After nine years in San Jacinto, without electricity and indoor plumbing, we were finally leaving. We were moving to la casita hermosa, the beautiful little house, as we called our future dwelling...
MEDIEVAL MUSIC FROM MIDWESTERN UNIVERSITIES by Ted Morrissey
MEDIEVAL MUSIC FROM MIDWESTERN UNIVERSITIESBy Ted Morrissey
An ER nurse called Frannie’s name, and she and Beth walked through the extrawide double doors which then swung closed behind them. He half dozed in the chair....
THE BEES by Robby Pettit
THE BEESby Robby Pettit
Detective Earl Smith and his son sat in the cop car. The world outside was green and plastic, awash in yellow sunlight. No bird chirped, no blade of grass moved. The...
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THE SIREN by Eric Stevens
THE SIRENBy Eric Stevens
The frozen wood of the bench on 7th Street was brittle and burned Steve’s thighs while he leaned to one side, watching the cars drive slowly through the icy slush. It...
FLAGMAN by Ron Singer
FLAGMANby Ron Singer
I must of seen this guy hundreds of times, but I still can’t believe him. First of all, he isn’t a dwarf or a midget (I think there’s a difference), but no...
THE MISSING MASTER by David McVey
THE MISSING MASTERby David McVey
The night before I addressed the conference, I was lying in bed in a tiny room in a Hall of Residence. I picked up my dog-eared copy of McDonnell and began to...
THE THREE-MILE RACE by Clive Aaron Gill
THE THREE-MILE RACEby Clive Aaron Gill
Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, Africa 1959
All year I looked forward to Sports Day at Prince Edward Secondary School.At the start of the three-miler, I glanced at the winners’ podium a...
MISS CRAMICKLE by Geoffrey Heptonstall
MISS CRAMICKLEby Geoffrey Heptonstall
How could I forget the year we were taught by Miss Amy Carmichael? I ask myself this because I heard news of her yesterday. How could I not remember her? But...