Fiction - Year VI - Number 48 - May 2021

            As she walks out of the Pembroke Funeral Parlor beside her husband, a flash of light near the summit of Killdary Mountain causes Anne to stop at the top of the marble steps,...

SNOW JOB                    by Ivanka Fear                  Winter came in early November and seemed to have every intention of staying for the long haul. “I hate, no I absolutely despise, positively abhor winter,” complained Martha, as she trudged...

I Am  “A strange holiday practice. A short family trip; nature excursion into the wilderness, trekking on hills, or roving the streams hidden among distinct shades of green. Why do most, if not all, excursions...

Bringers By: Brianna Kemper The doctor and nurses were rushing around. The beeping starts to speed up as the mother struggles to stay alive. A few moments later the beeping stopped, and a long beep took...

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 decade ago, marked his...

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 a game he had been attracted...

“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. Twelve paintings. That was the job, nothing more,...

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 and yet, I am the lucky one. My babies will...

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 mixed with the bright green leaves of a weeping willow...

Mayonaise Melissa stood at the kitchen counter, making a sandwich. Her phone chimed with a text message from Allison: “Chris Ritter committed suicide.” For some reason, the first thing she thought of was Chris’ old...