Fiction

LOVE AT LAST DANCEBy Jonathan Ferrini Traffic inches along the 101 Freeway at rush hour South of San Francisco on a Friday evening except for the luxury buses racing up the carpool lane. I can...

MRS. HENDRICKSONBy Debra Levy Billy Jr. was swimming in the lake with his mother. He was a good swimmer for a five-year-old, fearless in the water. They were out beyond the pier, in the drop-off...

PICKING COLORSBy Terry Sanville In a field along an eastern reach of the Gambia River, Nyima picked cotton. Her daughter suckled at her breast as she stooped to pluck the white fluff from the sharp...

CAT AND DOGBy Kirk Weixel Back then the streetcars would come sparking and clacking around the corner down from the turnaround at California Avenue as they headed into town, and Tony Hunter would stretch out...

SICK AT THE THOUGHTBy Joshua Hren Little Michael let himself in the backdoor, his lank hand firm around the hydraulic meant to ease the door shut without slam, his black bangs cut in such a...

Capitulo uno - LA LLEGADA        Michael llegó a Nueva York un miércoles sobre las siete de la tarde. Caminó hacia la salida del área de llegadas internacionales del aeropuerto JFK.  Fuera le esperaba una...

A DIFFERENT ME By Donald McCarthy I travel to parallel universes. It’s not a voluntary experience. I am living my life one second and living another the next. Weeks will go by without a trip...

A GARDEN ON THE ROOF By Patty Somlo The tall, very dark-skinned man didn’t say a word, as Katherine Foster led him and the woman from the refugee agency through the flat. Moderately tall herself and...

A PALIMPSESTBy Jim Naremore      Files. Or, more directly, filing cabinets.     Green, brown and different shades of grey. Battered, scratched, dented, their hardware tarnished. Some Kafkaesque bureaucratic dystopian fantasy: brown veneer second-hand conference table, a...