THE JOB by Juan Sanchez
Four individuals stand in front of a concrete wall. The wall surrounds a large building. One of the four individuals, a man with pointy ears and a trench coat, looks up and down at...
ARE YOU A PRINCESS by Christina Klessig
Are You a Princess?
“Are you a princess?” Asked the tiny Indian girl wearing glasses.
Her glasses were thick, and her hair was matted like a poorly formed dreadlock. I was taken aback by the clear...
THE BUZZER by Kelsey Richardson
A rush of hot air assaulted me as I opened the door. The familiar ding of the door alarm went off as I crossed the threshold into my new regular spot: the laundromat. My...
STEW by Patrick Sweeney
Bartira’s favorite aspect of the increasingly rare feasts was the succession of fascinating vestments and adornments that the village women peeled off their foreign captives before gutting and roasting them. The male “long pigs”,...
MUD SHOWS by Michael Caleb Tasker
Later, after his mother had gone to bed, Cole went and stood at the top of the stairs and looked at his father sitting on the sofa, looking toward the moonlit window. His hair...
SAIKEIREI by Bruce Kamei
“Do you know who this man is?” asked Japanese Consul General Kenzo Oyama of Los Angeles. He stood in front of the desk of Supervisory Immigration Inspector Takeshi Tsukemoto.
“Hidenori Yamazaki,” said Takeshi.
“He...
AT THE END OF THE DAY by Jeff Adams
Peg Dooley said to her father, “You are looking at me with different eyes.” Of course he was. Four days ago Mrs. Dooley left this world. Sixty-two years as a couple, what else was...
SMOOTH OPERATOR by John Tavares
We invited every train operator and conductor who ever worked with Oatley to his retirement party. None of the women wanted to attend the party and celebration. They declined the invitation, saying Oatley was...
THE GOLDEN LEAVES OF OLD CITY by Daniel Picker
I met her just outside the brass-handled doors of Suburban Station, a good walk from 16th and Locust where I came up from below ground to the grey sidewalk on a bright, sunlit early...
GO DOWN WITH THE SHIP by Michael Duke
Jim Jack couldn’t find it. “Do you know where my phone is?” “Don’t you have a fucking app for that?” she asked back. Eventually, he would locate it himself and walk back out of...