Fiction - Year IV - Number 25 - June 2019

FROM BAUHAUS TO DACHAUby Allen Levaniel The soldiers raid the apartment building and round up every tenant; children, too. The building erupts in chaos, with SS men shouting and women and their children crying. The...

THE MAN ON THE EDGE OF TOWNBy Jamie Gogocha Crossing from the green, mountainous western half of Montana into the endless horizon of the eastern half is like crossing into another country. As I drove...

JULIA IN BLOOMby Alberto Ambard  IThe scratchy, metallic sound of the brakes woke Daniel, but he kept his eyes closed, until he heard the bus driver announcing the last resting stop.Las Vegas was Daniel’s final...

BUTTON TINby Aholaah Arzah Although she had not in years sewn even so much as a loose button back on the straining lapel of a winter coat, it was not inconceivable that she might yet...

DOING OKAYby Abraham Assed One late Friday afternoon during tenth grade, I walked to the 7-Eleven a few blocks away from my house. I went inside and wandered around the shelves of candy, chips, jerky,...

FLING MANby Louis Gallo Back in town, recently divorced, old friends scattered, I’m longing for feminine affection as I take to the streets and head in the direction of Jambalaya headquarters in this abandoned warehouse on lower...

COOLNESSBy  Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois CoolnessThey shiver through my classes. Stuffed uncomfortably into student desks circa 1894, icicles form at the end of their noses. The classroom has a wood stove half the size of a...

HAWAII IN A BOXby Beth Nixon Weaver JACKIE YANKED OPEN THE PERKY PINK BEACH CHAIR and plopped down. It popped open several notches, pitching her backwards. Her head hit the metal bar and she found...

LICKSby Mary Elizabeth Cartwright Jud Nasery followed his twin brother, Ander, into Potter Fields, the smallest stable in Versailles, Kentucky. Every Saturday morning during the summer before college, the two eighteen-year-olds were in charge of...

SOMEBODY’S COMIN’ TO TOWNby Michael S. Walker I was hired for Christmas help by a retail store in Columbus, Ohio, and let go (unceremoniously) after Christmas was over. I am actually a musician (guitarist/vocalist/songwriter) and...