FOUR DAYS OF RAIN by Anita Haas
FOUR DAYS OF RAINBy Anita Haas
“I gotta pick up Susi at her grandma’s. Back in an hour. Think you can handle the place on your own that long, Sis?”Clara cringed. Jorge loved humiliating her,...
IGOR THE CHANGELING by Titus Green
IGOR THE CHANGELINGBy Titus Green “The future has no other reality than as present hope, and the past is no more than present memory.” (Jorge Luis Borges)A hostile stranger ten yards in front of him demands...
SHAME by Harry Ricciardi
SHAMEby Harry Ricciardi
In Nelson’s dockyard, Wayne was working. On the back of some fancy plastic boat, the fitting had broken that held the wire that ran inside the davits that raised a dinghy. It...
PHOTOGRAPHER by Paul Perilli
PHOTOGRAPHERBy Paul Perilli
Last month, back from Portugal two days, I went to see a client and after that I hailed a taxi on lower Broadway to take me back to Brooklyn. My driver, I...
VALENTINE’S DAY by Christopher Johnson
VALENTINE’S DAYby Christopher Johnson
Dad was of the World War II generation. The Greatest Generation. Born in 1920, came of age during the Great Depression. Dad wore his body like armor, like so many men...
THE KING OF THE BOOT-STOMP GHETTO by Blake Rose
THE KING OF THE BOOT-STOMP GHETTOBy Blake Rose
The mousy girl at the front desk gave Alec a room pretty high up, not a penthouse, but still high enough that, if he stood on the...
A ROMANTIC TIME AT EAST BEACH by Rose Quacker
A ROMANTIC TIME AT EAST BEACHby Rose Quacker
I worried grains of sand between my toes and between my fingers, pondering the cliché, everlasting thoughts of a romantic. Deep down, I felt my desire grow,...
PALE ASHES OF BAYONNE by Christopher Marchesano
PALE ASHES OF BAYONNE, NEW JERSEYBy Chris Marchesano
The last casino I was booted from didn’t even bother asking about my father. No one seemed to notice the other rundown creature slinking beside me either,...
PATRICIDE by Alan Swyer
PATRICIDEby Alan Swyer
Year after year Tom Campbell longed to trade peddling for creating, a condition he playfully (but privately) claimed owed to "screenplay envy." Even once his heart was no fully longer into agenting,...
SLEIGHT OF HAND by Rebecca Lee
SLEIGHT OF HANDby Rebecca Lee
In the light between blinds, my eyes stare into the neighbor's window. All I see is my reflection. Blue eyes, thin face, blond hair to my chest. I am waiting...