Fiction - Year VII - Number 50 - July 2021

Fading Away Why was he looking at me? I was trying to make myself invisible. I know I looked awful – a complete mess. Was that why he was looking at me? Did my slovenly...

SMOKERS by Joe Baumann      Simon and Mills buried the dog the day before the coffee shop opened.      “I’ll be okay,” Simon said when they came home from the vet’s office.  He held Bailey’s leash tangled tight...

Staller Breaks Philip Brunetti It was all on stall for a short while longer.  He’d put himself on stall.  This was one of the few options.  Now that his heart was broken and he’d wept in...

Shiver I don’t remember where or when it was that I first met Alex. As far back as I can remember, she and I have been close. Her mom, Patricia, and my mom, Sue, had...

I woke up in a cold sweat. I realized that my husband is not beside me in our bed. I come to and realize that my husband must be sleepwalking. The weirdest thing is...

GOING  HOME Springdale, Ohio.                 God, what a place.                 It was the sort of small town that lacked any of the charm that made small towns desirable in the hearts and minds of people who didn't...

The Unforgotten Girl He knew she lived in the egg house on the corner of Windflower Lane—the faded yolk one with cream-shell shutters. He knew who she was and where she came from and he...

Freckles By Sabahattin Ali / Translated by Aysel K. Basci It was a hot, sultry day. I had just left a friend’s home, where I had spent most of the evening drenched in perspiration, listening to...

A Cup of Tea. Of course, time travel is impossible. If it had been invented or discovered, we would know about it. This is for the simple reason that no matter what time the invention...