Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

when the sun kissed the river My little brother was a wanderer. And I am a walker. There’s a difference, you know. Bean’s goal was to explore as much ground as he could, miles over...

As Luck Would Have It By Daniel Pié       The oily humidity of late August causes his new cotton-blend shirt to cling. He gently pulls it loose, hoping to forestall wrinkles, but it re-attaches like a...

StalkerAs the golden autumn leaves tumbled along the cobbled ground near the stone walls, whichmeandered up the hill towards the rose pink café on the corner, Warren noticed how Montmartreappeared less busy than it...

My Porcelain Girl by James L. Blackburn The voice of Janis Joplin awoke me.  She was wailing that she needed a man to love her.  But "it just can't be", she lamented over and over.  I was...

And then we crossed a country. We crossed together—in the Corolla with him driving because I never learnt to drive and with our stuff lodged in the backseat in such a way that furniture...

Norman doesn’t like sharing. He is begrudgingly sharing this with you now, albeit in the past, anonymously and once removed. If you want to stop reading he wouldn’t care, he’s not too bothered about...

When the Clock Strikes By Nicole Carpio             The small analog clock’s ticking fills the space. The man is wearing a fancy black vest while the woman is wearing a fancy bright red dress. Both of...

Me and the Fish Attached to My Skin Audrey Renner             I live afloat in the ocean with fish attached to my skin. As long as I have been here, I’ve had two fish attached my...

The Button Makes Three By Dex Campbell Will and Dawn stared at the red button installed on top of the white pedestal. “One of us has to press it,” Will said, although he makes no move to...

Love and Herman Cogan             It was the fall of 1961 and Cogan was alone again. He looked around his apartment for something to do. Not one to make a mess, he saw little to...