THE MONEY CHANGERS – By James Santore
THE MONEY CHANGERSBy James Santore
1It was morning time in South Lymon, Ohio and there were fourteen men standing in front of a house. The grass on the front lawn was long and patchy and...
FOREIGN PASSAGES – By Joyce Polance
FOREIGN PASSAGESBy Joyce Polance
As we thread through narrow alleys framed by walls without windows, their starkness interrupted by decrepit stalls hawking rotting vegetables and camel heads buzzing with flies, the aura of Death for...
RECKONINGS – By Stephen Baily
RECKONINGSBy Stephen Baily
“Close the door.”Lamm eased it shut with the toe of his sneaker and sat down kitty-corner to Lyons at the head of the conference-room table. He’d prepared a joke for his arrival, ...
THE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR SUIT – By Linda Boroff
The Hundred Thousand Dollar SuitBy Linda Boroff
“I wish the Asteroid would just put us out of our misery already,” David said, raising his arms to beckon the night sky outside my door. “Come, come.”...
UNRAVELING – By Niikah Hatfield
UNRAVELINGBy Niikah Hatfield
Down the street, rubber soles slapping against the pavement and squelching in the little places where there is water. One of the laces has come untied, and it drags along behind each...
FLIGHT – By J.R. Gerow
FLIGHTBy J.R. Gerow
She wakes him up and carries him out to the car with his head buried in her shoulder, straddling her ribcage and watching sideways through the veil of hair for his father,...
CARNIVAL – By Shayna Boisvert
CARNIVALBy Shayna Boisvert
The evening was approaching midnight; outside, an owl let out a haunting call, and darkness bled in from the stained glass of the ballroom. Rosaline continued to search the room for the...
BURIED – By Rachel Cohen
BURIEDBy Rachel Cohen
Polina's hair flares to my left. Who wears hair like that to a funeral? A comet of a foxtail amid the mourners - dark like tree trunks. Sophia tugs on my...
A RUSSIAN STORY – By Steven Pelcman
A RUSSIAN STORYBy Steven Pelcman
Masha wasn’t a beautiful woman but she had an inner beauty and she made a man feel good because she was strong, able to look into your eyes and speak...
ASH WEDNESDAY – By Vince Barry
ASH WEDNESDAYBy Vince Barry
Save for the black pig she was walking, nothing struck Aschenbach as unusual about the woman he passed while on his daily constitutional along Maiden Street, careful, as always, to return...