Fiction - Year V - Number 43 - December 2020

“A mirror scratched reflects no image— And this is the silence of wisdom.” - Ernest Hyde (Spoon River Anthology) The vanity arrived on Tuesday at ten, addressed to Vianna Trellis. She left it inside the entrance while...

            I sat in a chair outside the office while Mama went inside and spoke to the rabbi. I’d been sitting there since Hebrew school let out—which I attended on Tuesdays and Sundays—and when...

Present             “Hello, Diane, it’s Mom. Just wanted to say hello. It’s been a long time, sweetie. You’ve been on my mind lately. I was re-living the time we were playing in the creek by...

Siren Song             Galen did not think to check the gas gauge when he made his final exit from the parking lot of the Bay View Apartments. He left Ocean View with nothing but the...

            Matt wondered what sound Abby made when she hit the rocks below. How had she chosen the spot where she would go over the railing into the air for the last few seconds...

At midnight I approach the club with a somewhat vague desire to do harm to every second person in line, fortunately the bouncer waves me past all the young men with tattoos that reek...

Tanya had let it go on long enough.  Meeting with the Headmaster was her only option.  She worked at the Rochester Academy, a private All Girls school serving Kindergarten through 12th Grade on the...

The Let Down Henry honked the horn repeatedly in the driveway, letting Julia know he had arrived home from work. He stayed in the car because he was there to pick her up for what she...

Sultan was staring at a ghost. He wore a paper cap and a white apron that was tied behind his neck and held a long carving knife in his right hand. The ghost was...

Alice in Montauk 1938, Montauk, New York The Island Club on Lake Montauk had filled up with people dining, dancing, or gambling. The air was rich with the scents of seafood and cigarette smoke, while a...