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...