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, ...
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...
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...
GOODWILL – By Tony D’Aloisio
GOODWILLBy Tony D’Aloisio
I remember laying there for a few minutes right after waking up that morning, feeling all hazy and out of it. Like that was all I could do once I'd kicked off...
THE MAN WHO DID NOTHING – By Amr Mekki
THE MAN WHO DID NOTHINGBy Amr Mekki
The idea came to him as he sat behind his desk, staring at a thick stack of papers. He hesitated to start going through them for fear of...
LEAVING KARACHI – By Neil D. Desmond
LEAVING KARACHIBy Neil D. Desmond
Elise was not looking forward to her next "assignment." He did not give his name, saying only that he was from Karachi but had lived in London for nine years. ...
SOUP – By Rachel Cohen
SOUPBy Rachel Cohen
Tali stared at the fish, and the koi looked back at her. A red, a yellow and a green, eyes bulging in the arid shop window, the three plastic fishes ogled Tali’s red...
EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMETHING – By Melanie Pappadis Faranello
EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMETHINGBy Melanie Pappadis Faranello
Thanksgiving was in a couple of months and Sal considered who he might call on the occasion he’d ever have his son for a holiday—Christmas, or New Years, or...