Fiction - Year II - Number 7 - Volume I - June 2017

PURBLINDBy Tara Fritz I had never been so cold before.I wanted to say it out loud, give voice to my restless thoughts, but I knew it would never be heard over the slap of water...

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...

WAITING FOR JACKBy Melanie Simms  I used to be romance novel junkie.  Love was all I lived for. I lived off Harlequin romancebooks and believed that love was forever.Prince Charming was more than just a...

HOW THE FIRE STARTEDBy Melissa DosSantos Sullivan  Marian kept the pills in an old sugar bowl on the top of the refrigerator her mother had bought new in 1948. Her arthritic hand cramped as she...

CHECKMATEBy Laura DellaBadia Towering as high as the old, weathered castle’s stone walls, the veins of prickly crimson red roses climb. The rosses have run wild in the years without a proper caretaker and have...

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...

OBITBy Marc Simon I never read the obituaries, but last Thursday was an exception.   For some reason, they were mixed in at the end of the sports section.  I scanned them with morbid curiosity, and...

SANCTUARYBy Heide Arbitter They took the birds away.  That was the last hint.  They were unattractive birds, loud and sad looking, with feathers plucked bloody and wings hanging helplessly. But, these birds were his joy,...

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...