WRAPPING THINGS UP RIGHT by Susan Swanson
WRAPPING THINGS UP RIGHTby Susan Swanson
A little more than a week after surgery I brought Ma home. She was still “Ma” even though Bill, roommate at Yale, had pulled me aside and said I’d...
WHY I WON’T SLEEP WITH DONALD TRUMP by Judith Roney
WHY I WON’T SLEEP WITH DONALD TRUMPby Judith Roney
A surprise dinner for my cousin’s Wharton graduation. Her dad wants everyone seated before he makes his entrance — says he’s her surprise. Trimmed his mullet...
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...
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...
GRANDMAMA’S FLOWERS by Susan Zurenda
GRANDMAMA’S FLOWERSby Susan Beckham Zurenda
The day before Grandmama came to get me, I planned how to stow the cat in her car and take him to her house in Fairview with us. My mother...
HARMLESS PERVERSION by Donald Zagardo
FROM THERE TO HEREby Donald Zagardo
My head doesn’t hurt so much anymore, not like it did back in Iraq or where the hell we were. Maybe I’m getting better, yeah maybe, yeah.It was very...
THE LIGHTNING MAN by Anna Schaeffer
THE LIGHTNING MANby Anna Schaeffer
The Lightning Man came to the town of Maryanne during one of Oklahoma’s fiercest thunderstorms. He burst into Kelly’s bar soaked, wild-eyed and dying in nothing but his bright white...
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...
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...
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....