ONCE UPON A TIME IN DETROIT by Michael Walker
ONCE UPON A TIME IN DETROITby Michael S. Walker She walked through the massive casino, scanning the heads of the people who sat, oblivious, playing slot machines. It was 2:30 pm on a...
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ARTFUL DODGE by Joe Giordano
ARTFUL DODGEby Joe Giordano
Maxey’s eyes welled. “Adriana held the shotgun inches from my face. She demanded I kneel.”Nicknamed the Dog of Flatbush, Maxey always attracted the prettier girl...
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THE THREE QUESTIONS OF LOVE by Jeff Hardin
THE THREE QUESTIONS OF LOVE
By Jeff Hardin
In the days of siren and cyclops, a man with tightened brows hung his head in frustration. He...
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SINKHOLE by Asa Noriega
SINKHOLEby Asa Noriega
After the divorce, Claudia Frank bought one of those overstuffed couches where the pillows sink together like alternate directions of a life converging. In the mornings,...
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PINK MOON by Neil McDonald
PINK MOONby Neil McDonald
Junior tried to encourage Leo to join in with the party. He found himself saying things like ‘Ooh, look at that!’ a little too loudly,...
UNCLE JUDGE by Ruth Deming
UNCLE JUDGEby Ruth Deming
What a family we have. Bigger than most. On Sundays, we’d hop into our Mercury Station Wagon – Dad got it for a bargain –...
CREATIVE DESTRUCTION by Mark Halpern
CREATIVE DESTRUCTIONBy Mark Halpern
… is the essential fact …
Joseph Schumpeter, economist
The 1980s were all boom, boom, boom. Even at the...
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DIRECTORY by Amanda Corbin
DIRECTORYby Amanda Corbin
It had begun subtly: a renamed Olentangy here, a Charlotte moved twenty miles north there. At first, she faulted her brain as thought it labeled a...
VICKI LOUISE by Margaret Rowan
VICKI LOUISEby Margaret Rowan
Cresting the dune, I looked out across the sand to the Atlantic, its foaming edge outlining the rocky shore of Phillips Beach. Aside from a...
WINTER PEOPLE by Barbara Borst
WINTER PEOPLEBy Barbara Borst
Maria slumped onto the brown plaid sofa in her friend’s combination living room, dining area and kitchen. She was tired. Not from bathing and dressing...