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...
VICISSITUDE by James Tucker
VICISSITUDEby James Tucker
“You can’t miss the giant weeping beech in the back yard”. Those are the last of the directions the landlord gave me. He was not wrong.The tree is a colossus demanding...
MARCH AROUND THE FIELD by Sam Gridley
MARCH AROUND THE FIELDby Sam Gridley
“I want to march around the field and sing again,” Lexie announced as she stepped into the living room. Meg gaped at her.Outside, brick and concrete and asphalt conspired...
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...
ALWAYS LOVE by Brandon Abbott
ALWAYS LOVEby Brandon Abbott
The old man sat alone and watched the family from a distance. If they noticed, they didn't seem to care. Four of them picnicked in the center of the park, beneath...
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...
‘TIS A PUZZLE by Mary Ann Presman
TIS A PUZZLEBy Mary Ann Presman
Linda got up from the kitchen table and took her cereal bowl to the sink to rinse it before putting it in the dishwasher. She glanced over at Russell,...
CANDY IN THE VOID by Russ Bickerstaff
CANDY IN THE VOIDby Russ Bickerstaff
Candy was slipping around at odd angles. It was difficult for her to find her footing in and midst all of the gravity that was going on. And there...
ON THE STAIRS by Alex Lobera
ON THE STAIRSby Alex Lobera
I met him on the stairs. I had never seen him before, and never saw him again. It was unusual to meet him there, because I never met anybody on...
SATISFACTION by Lisa Lopez Snyder
SATISFACTIONBy Lisa Lopez Snyder
Logan slumped in the funk of his futon, PBR in hand, and looked over at the glistening tank. Funny how they moved, he thought, as he watched his goldfish flit about...