NonFiction – Year VIII – Number 56 – December 2022

They came every day to see one another. She worked at a bookstore on a college campus- selling kids who could be her children’s children books, notepads, and pens. All the bullshit that freshmen...

The story starts in a working class neighborhood in the shadows of downtown Jacksonville. Among a row of houses where the families live week to week and at times day to day a young...

The Crescent Woods Skate Park Drake chants from teenagers’ Bluetooth radios, his voice reverberating against the hot metal skateboard ramps of this summer evening. Elementary school kids sneaker up the ramps and slide back down,...

I’ve always hated fishing. My father took me when I was a teen, and the horror thatfollowed ensured I’d never do it again. My husband loves fishing, and when he first asked mewhy I...

People used to say I was special. It wasn’t so much that my personality set me apart, I was painfully shy and gave little of myself away. The “gift” I was told I had...

This is the kind of thing I would normally put in a fictional story I’m writing as part of a character’s opinion. It’s like I’m protecting myself that way. Because the thing is I have...

My first encounter with Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice was an old Dean and Son edition from 1950. It's sharp-edged hardbound cover, glazed and awash with colors, showed a man in a long frock...