KINGFISH OF LOUISIANA by William R. Stoddart
Kingfish of Louisiana
The express jet banked low over huge storage vats of crude oil that lined the chocolate brown river. Damian was headed home after twenty-five years. He called his sister, Toni from his...
EDNA by Katie Sweeting
I didn’t know what to wear. Of all the things to think about on that first morning, I concentrated on clothing. Not too dressy—it wasn’t a party. I wouldn’t wear a clingy shirt or...
THE LIVES OF ANGELS by Mike Lee
It was one of those nights; the freaky snowstorm that never comes but once a comet’s pass here in this part of Texas. The car breaking down in the back of beyond in Travis...
ALTERATION by Claire Ibarra
Alteration
With dreams of chasing Richard through dimly lit subway stations and the dark, wooded trails of Central Park, Margaret had a fitful night. Yet, when she woke up in the morning something was...
SPLIT THE G by Jack Hutchinson
Split the G
Henry sat down at the Auld Shillelagh and made a dismal attempt at splitting the G. The black settled just above the bottom of the harp. His friend and flatmate, Conor Brady,...
EDENVILLE DAM by Richard Ault
Edenville Dam
Hazel Thomas got the first alert on her pager just after midnight on a rainy Tuesday night in mid-May. It was followed by a text on her phone as she hurried to pull...
WELCOME TO THE FUNHOUSE by Wendy Miller Norris
The blindfold is yanked from my eyes and I'm looking at Big Mike and Wild Bill, my soon to be fraternity brothers. Surrounded by darkness, not even the sparkle of stars glimmering in...
TO BALANCE THE TALLY by Vipul Lunia
To Balance the Tally
Summer Winds from the west were teasing the tamarinds in the Grove. Farm Lands were nude like a new born. The hot air made it unbearable for any soul to be...
ONE OF THOSE LIFE-ALTERING DECISIONS by George Gad Economou
One of Those Life-Altering Decisions
Alan climbed on the bus at 7.32am, just like he’d done every morning for the past ten years.
Staring dead ahead into the grand void of his thoughts, he went and...
TUPPERWARE by Alan Massey
Alan Massey
Tupperware, and the Little Red Sliver for a Second Hand
After my mother’s DUI, I took to driving her to her depressing little breakfast diner gig. If I had to guess, she started...