THE CORNER, BY WALMART by Joel Smades
THE CORNER, BY WALMARTby Joel Smades Dad came out of the store only a couple minutes after he went in, and it was strange he didn’t have any plastic bags. Other people wheeled shopping carts...
HOW THEY MET by Carole Langille
HOW THEY METby Carole Glasser Langille
He knocks on the door and goes in. He was told the door would be open.“Rachel,” he calls out. “It’s Henry. Just bringing dinner.” No answer. He goes to the...
THE UBER DRIVER by Taylor Lovullo
THE UBER DRIVERby Taylor Lovullo
WASHINGTON, D.C., 2017I remember it starting out like a normal Saturday afternoon. I had nearly finished my studying for the day, so I closed the cover of my history textbook...
AT TAFT POINT by Liana Andreasen
AT TAFT POINTby Liana Andreasen
Bouncing from boulder to boulder and all around the Valley, shrill voices blend with the cries of high-flying birds.By early November, Glacier Point Road had been closed for two weeks....
THE CHANNEL by Sean McCarthy
THE CHANNELby Sean Padraic McCarthy
The tide rushed in through the channel, flooding over the sea bed of small jagged rocks and pebbles. Jack had taken off his flip flops and he tried to step...
THREE AND A HALF MURAS by Mark Budman
THREE AND A HALF MURASby Mark Budman
Mura 1
Mura (with the emphasis on the first syllable) is a generic name of a female cat in Russian. Like a “kitty” or a “pussy” in English. The...
CHARLIE FOXTROT: GOD BLESS by Mitch Johnson
CHARLIE FOXTROT: GOD BLESSby Mitch Johnson
Don’t get me wrong here. I’m not homeless, but these fine people don’t know a damn thing about it. I just like the lifestyle because it’s refreshing to me....
THE LIGHTNING BUG by Adam McCulloch
THE LIGHTNING BUGby Adam McCulloch
Everyone has a type. She was mine. I could tell before we even met. I’ve always been good at summing people up. As soon as I walked into a place...
THE DREAMERS by Fred Miller
THE DREAMERSby Fred Miller
Middle-aged and solitary in nature, he was one of those odd little characters who appear in the shadows of our lives, in cafes, in bars, and by bookstalls along the rivers,...
VICTORIA by Roger McKnight
VICTORIAby Roger McKnight
“Valencia isn’t Ivy League, but better,” Sylvia Glasgow remarked, then wondered if she meant it. As an alum, she loved her college, but she’d been on the road for a year recruiting...