UNDESIRABLES by Dustin Pickering
UNDESIRABLESby Dustin Pickering
Some nights are more intense than others. Any night Ms. Courtney Devra sang is one of those nights. Her voice is serene and hypnotic, full of fear and trembling. When she announced...
WET FEET, DRY FEET by Taylor Lovullo
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...
PUNISHMENT by Ruth Moors-D’Eredita
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...
SCHADENFREUDE by Jack Coey
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;...
GORSE by Ben Rosenthal
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...
DAY’S WORK by J. David Liss
DAY’S WORKby J. David Liss
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Washington, DC spread its legs as the train from New York pulled into Union Station. It was the earliest train from Penn Station and the tracks were still clean and...
PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAP by Jean E. Verthein
PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAPby Jean E. Verthein
Three in the morning. The phone rang. It did, didn’t it? After all, detectives called for midnight lineups to check whether the attacker from six months earlier was...
GORSE by Ben Rosenthal
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...
DR. PERKINS by Heide Arbitter
DR. PERKINSby Heide Arbitter
Dr. Perkins signed up immediately. It was in the desert, after all, his favorite vacation spot. Not many other dermatologists approved of these desert landscapes, which made the days there more...
COACHING MOM by Amada Matei
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....