Fiction – Year VI – Number 44 – January 2021

THE GIRL BY THE LAKE  I worked graveyard shifts at the plywood mill and I hated it, but it paid double a server wage.  The forklift driver I worked with, Elton Frank, said “You’re a...

Bar Harbor, Maine by Luke Black A radiant heating element hummed over a plane of wet tile as the mothers feigned interest in their children's cannonballs. How many feet had padded across the spearmint-colored tile since...