Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENTby D.S. White    What to do? What to do? That was the question.Today we would graduate together, Michael, Charles, Tony and I. All gentlemen. Scholars, maybe. Learned, to a degree. Admired by...

WELL DONE BOO BOOby Kathryn Merriam  Five years. It has only been five years, and so much has happened in those five years.I would not trade him for the world. He is so precious. There...

SCHADENFREUDEBy Jack Coey The sun was going down when Jessica appeared at Father Brendan’s office door, and after being motioned in, in a hissing whisper, told him what happened. Father Brendan recoiled from hearing it;...

GORSEby Ben Rosenthal They picked up Wild Gorse at McCarren International and there he was, dragging a reptile skin embossed travel case. He wore a mackerel-colored seersucker meant to offset this spanking orange tan (he...

COACHING MOMby Amada Matei I watch as my son scampers onto the playground, stops at the swing set, and touches his forehead to its wooden beam. I bite my lower lip until I taste blood....

HEARTWOODBy Maryetta Ackenbom Andy leaned back in his comfortable lawn chair. “Do you remember?” He turned to Sue, sitting beside him. “We were only 15, but already deeply in love. We would wander through that...

CHILDREN AT PLAYby Dana Hart Every second Tuesday of the month is Career Day for Mrs. Ainsley’s Saving Grace Kiddos sixth graders, an amusing change of pace from singing psalms to an accompaniment CD made in the...

PUNISHMENTby Ruth Moors-D'Eredita I’m not sure how much you already know. This is not something I’m proud of.It was twelve years ago. There was a good kid, he was fourteen, two years younger than you...

WET FEET, DRY FEETby Taylor Lovullo HAVANA, 1994It was exactly 2:30am, and Joaquin left his small house located in Vedado, a small neighborhood outside of the city. He shut the door quietly behind him, and...

AND THEN WHAT COULD YOU DO?by Maureen McCafferty The doctor stood behind her desk, offering a steady hand and smile, as if Maeve had come to open a checking account.  As if Maeve could— her...