WILD THINGS by Christina Kapp
WILD THINGSBy Christina Kapp
Nana’s body had been outside for upwards of fifteen hours and was partially frozen before anyone found her. Her discovery might have taken even longer, but one of her ponies pushed...
THE HOUSE ON EAST ORANGE STREET by Toni Morgan
THE HOUSE ON EAST ORANGE STREETBy Toni Morgan
Homer and Naomi lived in the house on East Orange Street fifty-seven years, forty of them Homer going off to work at the San Pedro docks each...
DON’T WANT MUCH by Thomas Elson
DON’T WANT MUCHby Thomas Elson
This story happened over forty years ago, and reforms have eliminated its recurrence. The media would expose it. No one would tolerate it. We are in a new era of...
ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANA by Robert Kirkley
ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANAby Bob Kirkley
On the first Saturday of May, Barry's mother signed him up for soccer camp, the two-year-old class. She sighed. Now came the tricky part."Every Saturday morning at 10:30 in...
MEETING MELISSA by Edith Boyd
MEETING MELISSAby Edith Boyd
The gate guard’s voice was different. Less deferential.“Mrs. Palmer, there’s a young woman named Melissa here to see you. ““Did she tell you her last name?” I said. “I don’t...
THE CREEDE CONUNDRUM by Mari Wise
THE CREEDE CONUNDRUMby Mari Wise
It’s been eight months since I have seen my family and it’s about time I got back to them. The stresses of life smothered me again, but this time I...
DEICIDAL SECOND GRADER by Juan Villagomez
DEICIDAL SECOND GRADERby Juan Fernando Villagomez
I never went to church before my first week in Catholic school. The student body attended mass every Friday, and before the first service that year, Sister Juanita talked...
NEW YORK SOUVENIR by Luke Bandy
NEW YORK SOUVENIRby Luke Bandy
Fred held the copper coin in his fingertips. Its color almost matched his hair and its value matched how he felt about himself. He tightened a grip on the penny...
CAGE by Joshua Sastre
CAGEby Joshua Sastre
My mother stares at me through the wire mesh, not moving, breathing evenly. Taking notes in pencil, I ask her about my childhood, her previous marriage to my father and her current...
THE BLUE HAT by Linda Juliano
THE BLUE HATby Linda Juliano
Allison dragged fear and exhaustion behind her like a steer straining against a yoke as she followed the dirt path around one of several man-made lakes in Golden Gate Park....