Fiction - Year VI - Number 48 - May 2021

Black Holes             Jessica sat on the small kitchen table with her feet on the head chair and stared out the window, a cigarette pinched between her thumb and...

Atom and Void The lobby at the ReAt Agency was pale and insipid. The walls were made of white bricks that were cold to the touch when I dragged...

Damaged Goods 1 Rather late one weekday evening, I saw a very attractive woman struggling to pull a huge suitcase up the subway station stairs.

Standing on the Wrong Side by Hayden Sidun I’m going to kill myself. That’s the decision I made as my feet hit the frigid hardwood floor...

Did you use a rubber?      No. Course I didn’t use a rubber. I mean, Christ, yeah now that’s an idea. But I’m not an idiot. Watch where you’re...

Benio sank deeper and deeper into Mr. Walters’s consciousness. The elevator in Mr. Walters’s mind sped past his recent memories, then slowed down for the ones still rooted deep in his psyche. His retirement party, from a...

WEDDING DANCE He was winning. The little blue marble that kept rolling around the turntable fell more often than he expected on his number or his color. Roulette waa...

“We have to go,” Christian whispered to himself.  Four months, twenty-three days, seventeen hours, forty minutes, and twenty-six seconds was how long it took to plan this heist.

Three Sides to Every Story The Woman                 Collapsing structures, boarded up windows, and heaping mounds of trash are what I see from my office window...

Empty Frame By: Delancy Gunther Ben’s paintbrush danced across the canvas in unwavering arcs. Greens and blues splashed together in vibrant harmony, a clear midday sky...