Fiction - Year V - Number 33 - February 2020

PEQUENAby Taylor Martin  Pequena rustled in my arms, I tussled to calm her down. The looks from my schoolmates spelled disgust, dirty gazes at her dirt covered feathers. I ignored them all. In the midst...

DELUSIONby Ibrahim N. Al-Huraiyestranslated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim  He threw the pen aside and collapsed on the lumpy chair, resting his aching body. Dazed, he silently stared into the distance. Last Monday,...

TELL A FRIENDby Colin Gallagher  While walking up Sunset Street in Seattle, Washington, I pass office buildings, parking lots, restaurants and other businesses. I believe I had seen it all, yet to my surprise, I...

THE OLD FRONT PORCH by Ruth Deming  He was a man who never cussed in front of women. Just inside his own head. The black head of retired Major Robert O. Brown. Thanksgiving was on its...

SMELL OF LEATHERby Vivek Nath Mishra  After a long day, Subba walked down a narrow alley passing several sleeping, ruminating cows in the middle of the street, perturbing the sleep of stray dogs curled up...

DID I STUTTER?By Alan Berger  No one ever in any of Joe’s classrooms starting from kindergarten ever thought that he would ever be P.H.D. material. More like P.H.Duh material.So thought the students, the teachers. And Joe...

WE ARE WAITINGby Chrissie Rohrman I’m on break when I get the call from Gram. I listen and nod along, pretending my heart isn’t seizing in my chest. “Keep me posted,” I tell her, and...

ALTER IAGOby Marcia Eppich-Harris  “The soul is as important as the sinews,” the orientation speaker had said on my first day of medical school. “Here at St. Hearthguard University, we believe that the best doctors...

AN INSTANT OF EVERYTHINGby John Riebow  The night air was crisp as he emerged from the heat of the crowded club.  It was just after midnight and, thanks to a three quarter moon and a...

FOR YOU, BLUEby Anna Schaeffer  “Eighty-two.”Lina Vaduva woke up with the number thrumming in her head like a dial tone. The clock on Lina’s phone read 3:45, but silence was rare in Lewiston, even in...