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...
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...
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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...
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...
A TALE OF TWO BIRDS by Max Johansson
A TALE OF TWO BIRDSby Max Johansson
There was a Tulip tree, older than anyone’s eyes could remember, that stole the valley. The old Tulip tree stood next to...
THE CAGE by Robert Gamer
THE CAGEby Robert Gamer
It was to be my way out. Make a little nest egg and jump on a Greyhound going to the east or west coast. I...
WENDA by John Kaufmann
WENDAby John Kaufmann
About two-and-a-half or three years after I bought my first park, I got a call from a woman who I will call Wenda. Wenda was maybe...
DAILY BREAD by Stan Dryer
DAILY BREADby Stan Dryer
On a January morning over a year ago I came into my Clinic an hour before opening time, in hopes of getting through some paperwork...
FALLING UP by Sandra Gould Ford
WOLF BENEATH THE WAVESBy Sandra Gould Ford
The brick-red Jeep Wrangler cruised beside the icy river, kicking up great sprays of snow. The driver, Peyton Granville, said, “Guess we...
HONY by Monika R. Martyn
HONYby Monika R. Martyn
No matter how often I’ve tried to pinpoint it, it is never a single, definable trigger that unhooks the memory. Sometimes it’s the strum of...
