THE DAY OF THE FIRE by Jeff Bakkensen
THE DAY OF THE FIREby Jeff Bakkensen
There’s a special smile when they see you walking a dog. Like, Yep, one of the tribe. Mei’s said pregnant women get it too, earlier than you’d think. But...
STREET OF ANOTHER WISH by Judson Blake
STREET OF ANOTHER WISHby Judson Blake
They discussed it several times. How it would be straightforward and might even be fun, moving, really, only across town. There would be more space than they had now....
SHOP by ML Paul
SHOPby ML Paul
Like a photo plucked from developer too soon, she appeared underdeveloped to herself as she looked in the mirror of the third floor bathroom. To correct this problem, she opened her laptop,...
THE YOUNG WARRIORS by Steve Slavin
THE YOUNG WARIORSby Steve Slavin
1The day before I left for basic training, I sat in Katz’s, a massive family style delicatessen on the Lower Eastside. Widely known for its delicious pastrami, corned beef, and...
MEETING JOHN AND THERESA by Jeffrey Hill
MEETING JOHN AND THERESAby Jeffrey Hill The people file out of the subway car. The people file into the subway car. It is cramped. Some sit. Some stand. The man, woman, and child choose to...
FINDING KRAMER by Ruth Deming
FINDING KRAMERby Ruth Deming
Five or six years ago, in a private message on Facebook, Joyce told me that Kramer was a bag lady in Boston. It seemed improbable but two other people from our...
A POCKET OF AIR by Annette Freeman
A POCKET OF AIRby Annette Freeman Denny gave the cast of the play one round of perfunctory applause, a quick slap together of his palms, then he was heading for the door. He pushed out...
THE FIELD OF PLAY by Mike Sharlow
THE FIELD OF PLAYBy Mike Sharlow
Our world revolved around “the field.” It was about fifty yards wide from the street to the block wall of St. Dominic’s Convent and about two blocks long. In...
THE RESCUE by Elie Axelroth
THE RESCUEby Elie Axelroth
The stranger who rescued him was a dark-skinned woman. He heard the swish of her silky dress, the clicking of high heels as she approached along the pedestrian walkway on the...
DOWNTOWN WALDOS by Mark Massaro
DOWNTOWN WALDOSby Mark Massaro
Riley, my pot-dealers girlfriend, arched her body over the enormous yoga ball in front of me while I sat on their couch as he weighed out quarter bags on a digital...