PIG 42 by Emmitt Henkel
Tom realized he was running out of time when the consumption came back. It coiled around his lungs like the anacondas that twisted through his backyard. The faded calendar confirmed it, the dreaded June...
VACUUM by Zoe Lee
Vacuum
My piano beautifully sits in the center of my living room. Its black reflective body and bronze pedals illuminate the simplicity of the instrument. However, when the hood is opened, you can see the...
THE WOMAN WHO PLANTED A GARDEN by Debbie Robertson
I had not been the first to find it. That I knew. The flat, smooth rocks that lined the pool at the edge of it were dotted with small, round stones that only could...
JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED by Jerry Cronin
The parents meetings are six p.m. Mondays in the Good Samaritan Hospital basement. The same 25 parents always show up, and the rest are those who attend two or three times and disappear. Initially,...
WHAT THE WATER GAVE ME by Susie Brown
The front door swung open and slammed hard into the wall leaving behind a small roundish hole where the doorknob struck. Jared hobbled into the living room, heavy laden with bags, stumbled to the...
PIZZA DELIVERY by Demian Brighina
Justin had only one more pizza to deliver before he could end his shift. He grabbed the pizza and started walking toward the back exit of the restaurant. As he walks through the kitchen,...
TEA by Kristal Peace
Ah…uh…well…hmm. I say, old chap, I hope you won’t take offense at – uh…no, no thank you. No tea for me. I…uh...don’t…that is, I eat and drink at home. What I make, you see....
FREE SAMPLES by Olake Muhammad
The grey tray dropped to the ground. “I’m going to have to grab more samples. Where did this line of people come from?” Candance whispered to herself. The crowd backed away from Candance as...
SPIN CYCLES by Kira Morris
Quarters sometimes feel like they were wedged between old movie theater seats– rusted, dirty, and smelling vaguely like a darkening room. Maybe it was because I was a cashier for a department store, but...
MEET CUTE by Marquise Smith
I hated summer. The permeating stench of burning cigarettes, porous sweat and cough-inducing car fumes made my head swim and sway with a mixture of nausea and annoyance. I didn’t know why I left...