LIVING MACHINES by Reece Braswell
LIVING MACHINESby Reece Braswell
My Grandma was eighty-six when we admitted her to the hospital. There, rubber-gloved hands cared for her, piercing needles into the walls of her veins and connecting monitors to her heart....
NO SCUM by Michael Stanek
NO SCUMby Michael C. Stanek Klaus knew somebody had been there. The signs his commanding officer told them to look for were everywhere. Folded clothing washed to death, unsoiled, stale, scattered across the bed possibly for...
CLOSING TIME by Edith Boyd
CLOSING TIMEby Edith Boyd
Mr. Colton’s wife sounded nice on the phone. She called the store often, and when she did, I got a good feeling, except when she was upset about one of their...
FROST by Phil Mershon
FROSTby Phil Mershon
For the next nine years he wandered from one ranch to the next. The old man had long ago gone to whatever final rewards he'd had coming, leaving George to embrace solitude...
THE ARTIST AS AN OLD MAN by Benjamin Haimowitz
THE ARTIST AS AN OLD MANby Benjamin Haimowitz
For eleven years since the shaking caused by Parkinson’s disease made life at home with him impossible, Steven’s grandfather had been in a facility for the chronically...
A WALK BY THE RIVER by Josh Greenfield
A WALK BY THE RIVERby Josh Greenfield
There are chemically induced medical conditions that require more than a good sponsor and strict attention to The Steps, many in fact. There is an entire pharmacological industry...
SANDCASTLES by Kamila Stopyra
SANDCASTLESby Kamila Stopyra
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Dry air from the nearby desert touched Alan’s delicate face. The 13-year-old nodded politely to an old man speaking to him. Yet, the boy was too focused on desperately trying to stop...
THE COOKIEMEISTER By Stan Dryer (Frank Bequaert)
THE COOKIEMEISTERby Stan Dryer
Childhood memories come and go. An image on television, a friend’s joke or a single word can trigger an explosion of memories, a chain of remembrance plucked out of the past....
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE by Jeremy Townley
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICEby Jeremy Townley
Look at all them ingrates. I mean, just look at ’em. Stuffing their fat-pig faces with prime rib and red wine like the world owes them something. Ain’t...
LUCKY PEOPLE by Christine Terp Madsen
LUCKY PEOPLEby Christine Terp Madsen
On the eighteenth anniversary of the end of World War II in Europe, Bubbe Jozef and Zayde Sofia gave up.We are tired, they wrote, tired of trying to become who...