Fiction - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

OUR FATHER Our Father… It’s time to ring the church bells. I’m waiting for my turn and I’m starting to get nervous. I’ve been coming up with excuses not to climb up the tower. It’s gloomy,...

She couldn’t remember the last time she stood in the light. “Always look for the light,” he told her. “The pool of light is here, where you dance your solo.” His eyes reflected magic...

Of course, gender reassignment wasn’t available then. Not that I was unhappy with having been born male. Rather, it was the latter half of the nature-versus-nurture dichotomy that vexed me. My abnormality surfaced early. I’d ridden...

Luzia’s Dowry The plane bringing me from Copenhagen to Lisbon was half-empty. So was the ‘Arrivals’ at the Lisbon-International on that late warm October evening when I came across her  ̶  my inamorata-siren  ̶  for...

You know, people really suck.  I’ll give you an example:  Here I am, just me on duty at the Come‘N Get It Eatery.  The place is just filled with all these people wanting to...

He is a parrot, our neighbour's bird.  But don't ever call him one.  He becomes touchy and  will reply emphatically from inside his cage that he is an African Grey.  I took note of...

The Well of the Enlightened The four men were sitting at the table of the decadent Uighur tavern, eaten by time and dust, full of cobwebs in the ceiling, drinking museles, the Uighur wine, to...

The elevator door opened. It was thoroughly unremarkable, as many apartment elevators would be. A red pleather jacket over a gray hoodie entered, eyes glued to his phone. “Can you push two for me?” he...

She has four days left on the movie, scattered over the next twelve days, and then a three-week gap in her schedule her agent wants her to fill.  But she’s exhausted.  It’s Friday evening,...

Dead Ends After Joey had been shot, time seemed to move quicker. It was an especially humid night in Long Beach. I was sitting in the parking lot of the laundromat on Park Ave. I...