HE HAD A LOT OF STUFF by Thomas Tomlinson
HE HAD A LOT OF STUFFby Thomas Tomlinson
Greg was not a neighbor you would want to have. He would always play loud music. The neighbors were always asking him to shut it off. He...
MISS NOMER by Ross Dreiblatt
MISS NOMERBy Ross Dreiblatt
“A true Queen of the Valley always carries herself with the utmost grace, style and speaks clearly with the occasional well placed vulgarity.”This phrase, the one so royally pronounced weekly to...
A FOUR-LETTER WORD by James Brennan
A FOUR-LETTER WORDby James Brennan
Jack Broderick, who worked in human resources at a prestigious university’s school of government, had made a career out of playing it safe, so he wasn’t crazy about the exposure...
LINGER by Jessica Olivos
LINGERBy Jessica Olivos
LingerUntil one day I heard it. I heard the song. I heard the beautiful orchestra in the beginning then her voice bringing me to life. I felt relieved and hurt at the...
THE MAYOR OF JOESTOWN by Nancy Lines
THE MAYOR OF JOESTOWNby Nancy Lines
As the car began losing speed, all the lights on the dash lit up, leaving no question there was a serious problem under the hood. It was more than...
THE GATS CLUB by Kedrick Nettleton
THE GATS CLUBBy Kedrick Nettleton
The sun was in that awkward, end-of-summer stage, where it refused to completely set at the end of the day and hung just slightly above the horizon, getting in people’s...
WILLOUGHBY by Charlotte Freccia
WILLOUGHBYby Charlotte Freccia
Clara Richardson had two sisters, and of the three of them, Clara was the least beautiful and had the least interesting name. Clara’s older sister, Eliora, had a long neck and symmetrical,...
SOME OTHER SIDE by Leslie Johnson
SOME OTHER SIDEBy Leslie Johnson
Yesterday I attended my grandson’s “Baby Is Brewing” party at a new beer garden in St. Paul, where male and female guests of all ages were invited to drop a...
HOMECOMING by Emelyn Grace Jaros
HOMECOMINGBy Emelyn Grace Jaros
The radio was less staticy that I remembered. Jason Aldean’s twang had only to compete with the whir of the AC and the rumble of tires against broken-up asphalt. One vent...
THE HITCHHIKER by Joseph Washburn
THE HITCHHIKERBy Joseph Washburn
I sat it in the passenger seat of the pickup, the August heat already making the outside unbearable. Slowly, I slid my hand under my coat, touching the cold steel of...