Fiction - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

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 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...

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 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...

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 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 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,...

THE DOLL FACTORY By Elizabeth Brewer I once woke to find my reflection unfamiliar.  No longer a human as I had previously been, I was an old doll; cracked and broken down.  Face crumbling as my...

THE CLOCKBy Michael Onofrey A corrugated awning, extending out from the side of the warehouse, provides shade. Mid-September and hot, and it’ll remain that way for another month. But still, people take their breaks outside....

THREE BLACK BIRDS By Jose L. Recio At dawn, Ana, Carolina, and I set to hike on steep trails from the foot of the Pico de las Espadas onward to the top of that Aragon Mountain.   ...