MEDIUM-RARE By Melissa Moore
MEDIUM-RARE
By Melissa Moore
“Something’s wrong with the meat.” Eddie sat on the metal kitchen counter, poking at the spot where he took a bite from his hamburger. There was something off about its taste. The...
THE CLIFF By Kevin Wiggins
THE CLIFFBy Kevin Wiggins
The sky, devoid of clouds, allowed the sun to blister the land all day; until the night and the stars and a full moon prevailed.For Justin, as he sat on the...
THINE ENEMY By Caleb Dudley
THINE ENEMY
By Caleb Dudley
Men talked nonchalantly around Frederick. Simmons was currently displaying a photograph of his girlfriend back in Suffolk to an uninterested Beasley. Richards was unleashing a torrent of curses, having clumsily...
CLUB DE RÉSURRECTION By Jim Meirose
CLUB DE RÉSURRECTIONBy Jim Meirose
Many too many too many too years. We both wonder, you know, how they’re going to do it. This is why we decided to join the Club de Résurrection. It’s...
MÈI MEI / YOUNGER SISTER By Colin Wolcott
mèi mei n. Chin. YOUNGER SISTER
By Colin Wolcott
I'm at Lucky’s Lounge tonight. My sister asked me to come. Actually, I'm still in the parking lot. And I've been in the parking lot, sitting in...
LOLA By Dana C Verdino
LOLABy Dana C Verdino
The young man with the tie exited the back of the café and into a sunlit alleyway that had a good temperature, despite the rancid smell from nearby dumpsters. He made...
HIM By Rebekah Coxwell
HIM
By Rebekah Coxwell
She had been sure it was him. That bald head. The confident way he planted his feet about a foot apart. He knew there was no one that could throw him off...
BOOTS By Thomas Vollman
BOOTSBy Tommy Vollman
A few months prior to what should have been the end of my final year of undergrad, my then-girlfriend told me she was going to study abroad in London.It was the middle...
CONNOISSEUR By Tabatha Jenkins
CONNOISSEUR
By Tabatha Jenkins
I collect people like books.
I gather love from each one as if they were a meadow.
I once knew a woman who would rise at dawn to wander through her neighbor’s field, picking...
THE PLANE RIDE By Kay Merkel Boruff
THE PLANE RIDEBy Kay Merkel Boruff
There is a place where time stands still. Raindrops hang motionless in air. Pendulums ofclocks float mid-swing. Dogs raise their muzzles in silent howls. The aromas of dates, mangoes,coriander,...