Fiction – Year VIII – Number 55 – November 2022

Lily finally recognized the waitress after her third glass of wine. The girl had definitely dyed her hair blonde, but she still had the same gapped tooth smile from high school.             “Excuse me.” Lily...

"Water, sand, and trees brought us to this valley over two-hundred years ago. Now it’s dry,” Mom. Our forebears came from Flanders, glass-makers. “For generations. Telling stories in glass.”When the small glassblowers could no...

Only half an hour for my pastel sticks to flesh out shapes, contours, and shadows of your profile. Then I stop for weeks. Why this hesitation? A week later I adjust an angle of your...

Cayley struggled with the two heavy bags of dirty clothes. She made her way down to the laundromat and searched for an unused washer. She tossed her clothes into the washer and put on...

     Tonight is one of those strange times Rex is almost getting used to. It’s the end of October, and he’s hiding behind the tree across the street from his house. From here can...

   When we were in the truck mama told daddy that after this trip she was done. But not long after she said that she turned to me with a big smile on her...

Sixteen was the number of balled up tissues on the floor. She counted them each time she dropped a new one to the floor. The pillow was sopping from the tears and snot. She...

Passions of the Embassyboy George Guledani Employees were crowded at the guard terminal entrance waiting for the opposite doors to shut. It was already late, but people knew their bosses usually attended a morning press briefing;...

                                                        The Hills of Don Dilli    When the door first flung open, I was greeted by the most welcoming sight. Glittering pearls floated through the hallways, the smell of fresh poppies filled the air,...

A woman, hands folded in front of her stomach, walked across my front yard. I watched from my window. It startled me. But why did it startle me? It wasn’t what I expected. And...