THE STOPPER by Aaron Israel
The Stopper
by Aaron Israel
It was early. Waves were slapping the shore. Dawns rays were peeking above the dark waters. A gray sunrise like that would never make the papers. I thought it was beautiful....
LIKE DANCING WITH A CIGARETTE LIGHTER by Visnja Majewski
Like Dancing with a Cigarette Lighter
Gold Coast, Australia, 1995
It’s Friday! You fumble with the notes and coins in your weekly pay packet; you want the latest fashion magazine from Milan. In the summer heat,...
AN UNCOMFORTABLE RIDE by Jennifer Brewer
AN UNCOMFORTABLE RIDE
By Jennifer Brewer
The cool air blasted into the Town and Country minivan. It was a couple years old now, but I loved my purchase. It fit my family of five, had all...
CAT STORY by Fatemeh Jafari
CAT STORY
“Be quiet! Now it’s the cat’s turn to ask us questions!”
“The cat had not come of its own free will, so it couldn’t be blamed now; it had been grabbed by...
FIONA AND SALLY by Cearra Hill
Fiona and Sally
By Cearra Hill
Fiona and Sally used to be close friends, the closest friends at Swallow High, everyone loved to be around them. They were always the life of the party and lit...
AT LEAST I KNOW I’M FREE by James Hanna
AT LEAST I KNOW I’M FREE
by
James Hanna
In the first week of Trump’s presidency, something unusual happened in Putnamville, Indiana. Sammy Spigot, a garrulous DJ on the local radio station, started playing only one song....
ICE CREAM FOR SHERENE by Caleb Coomer
ICE CREAM FOR SHERENE
Sherene stood on the roof of South Central Bank, where she worked for several years, and thought of her tombstone, envisioning the gray colored “Sherene Turrington”. She hated her name and...
AN URBAN STORY by Douglas Canter
An Urban Story
Margo Price played softly on the radio as Da’Shana and Carol talked about their weeks. “Another glass of Chardonnay?” Carol asked, her blue-green eyes widening, her voice carrying the “a” sound in...
DESI DINNER PARTY by Mariya Khan
DESI DINNER PARTY
When your mom says you’re spending Saturday night at Sunnah Auntie’s house, you groan and try to convince her otherwise. Your mom instructs you to pick out a Pakistani outfit. There’s no...
THE FIREPLACE by Foster Trecost
The Fireplace
I recall that morning with clarity rarely present in my memories. Fallen leaves chased across frosted grass, their paths directed by an unseen force. Church bells cracked the frozen air, marking...