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THAT SWEET YOUNG “THANG” by John Richmond
THAT SWEET YOUNG ‘THANG’by John Richmond
They didn’t go looking for anything, no, they just wanted to listen to some good music, but the moment she walked in the door- everything changed. Their decision to go...
THE TROUBLE WITH BOREDOM by Melanie A. Doan
THE TROUBLE WITH BOREDOMBy Melanie A. Doan
Marty looks at me over the rims of his aviators, which are held together by a piece of Scotch tape in the middle. “So, how exactly do you...
ABBY’S GOODBYE by Sharon Frame Gay
ABBY'S GOODBYEBy Sharon Frame Gay
Abby saw the news on Facebook. Todd Conway died last night. The funeral will be held Saturday at The Church of the Woods in Deer Ridge. In lieu of flowers,...
OUT OF TUNE by Annina Lavee
OUT OF TUNEBy Annina Lavee
We’d all agreed; we’d all emailed; we’d all seen the photos online. We gathered in Ville Pieve a small village outside of Lucca, Italy at a five-hundred-year old villa in...
THE CHOICE by Zia Marshall
THE CHOICEBy Zia Marshall
Kaira stood at the edge of the water, watching the frothy waves as they swept over her bare feet before receding into the distant ocean. The waves danced over her feet,...
FLICKERS OF LIGHT by Hina Ahmed
FLICKERS OF LIGHTBy Hina Ahmed
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.” ---MaryAnne Williamson
April...
THE DAY THE RICHEST POLE DIED by Ewa Mazierska
THE DAY THE RICHEST POLE DIEDby Ewa Mazierska
The Rs. lived in the last house on our road, in central, yet rural and god-forsaken Poland. One hundred metres north from them was a statue of...
THE KIND SOUL HE IS by Barbara Bottner
THE KIND SOUL HE ISby Barbara Bottner
“We’re not putting Boomer down,” says Dan, rushing after his morning shower. Our chocolate lab, Boomer, as if he were fluent in Death, sidles up to him, snuggles...
RESTART by Amada Matei
RESTARTBy Amada Matei
Restart. Reboot. Refresh. New day. Fresh start. Forget regrets. My therapist told me I needed to find a ritual to remind my inner demons that the past is gone and today I...
THE VISITS by David Massey
THE VISITSBy David Massey
They drove deeper into the country, up and down hills, through pine and scrub forests on both sides of the highway, until they came to the dirt road that left the...