Fiction - Year VII - Number 53 - January 2022

It had all started with the little pink heart. The pink pixelated heart, bequeathed by a virtual stranger eighteen days after his daughter had died. And now he was here, four months later, pretending...

Prodigy ‘I’ve just been to Paris for a year.’      ‘Oh, that’s nice,’ said Sadie, looking up from her decimated brassica bed to see a little girl standing on the path.      ‘I can speak four languages...

A REVENGE STORY by Aaron Pickle Paws was the owner of a speakeasy on Lexington. During this time, it was illegal for Kitties to drink any alcoholic beverage. This outraged Paws. Growing up, selling alcohol...

Sundays in the Russell household were usually quiet – relatively quiet, at least. There were no nurses or other hospice staff bustling about, taking Rob’s blood pressure, asking him how he feels, checking his...

Like They’re Waiting Most mornings I drank coffee on the back porch observing as they foraged on vine berries, honeysuckle, and new grass. The cat perched on a crumbling stone wall to watch over them....

On that night, when Juruna was on his hammock, he read the starts in a different way. Natives in South America have this obsession over the sky and the stars for they are divine....

What can I say? I was a pot head. Of course, it was more complicated than that. I needed an escape because I was so blind to the way life really was, that a...

I have no idea why I’m here. I see my distorted reflection in the shiny chrome elevator doors, but I don’t look like myself. I know I came here for a reason; I just...

            I hummed to the tune of a song stuck in my head that I just couldn’t remember while preparing for the party.             “Jess, can you come here for a second,” said my mom....

                                                Gloria Delaney sat at her desk as her fourth graders settled in to their math quiz. She’d just begun on the stack of writing assignments she was hoping to correct when she heard...