CHILDREN AT PLAY by Dana Hart
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...
GOLDEN BROWN by Souzi Gharib
GOLDEN BROWNby Souzi Gharib
"What is the colour of your eyes?" an articulate voice inquires."Golden brown," I answer with the ease only characteristic of self-description, particularly the physiognomic type. I had borrowed the adjective from...
AND THEN WHAT COULD YOU DO? By Maureen McCafferty
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...
A WINTER COAT by Sevasti Iyama
A WINTER COATby Sevasti Iyama
On a nightstand, there were red roses in a glass vase. Against the hospital’s stark fluorescent lighting, the roses made Calliope’s eyes hurt. That night, after she landed at JFK...
DAMAGE COLLATERAL by Susannah Luthi
DAMAGE COLLATERALby Susannah Louise
part i
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure...
DREGS by Jessica Ciosek
DREGSby Jessica Ciosek
“You know,” she said, twisting her feet for a 360 view, “I think I could kick your ass in these boots.” She smiled when she said it, sly and baiting. I nodded, standing...
SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENT by Daniel White
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 BOO by Kathryn Merriam
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...
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...