OUR BILLY by Tom Lakin
OUR BILLYBy Tom Lakin
First, we found out what had happened. “Did you hear?” we asked, across marble countertops and in oak-paneled studies and through the open windows of cars, morning cold pouring in and...
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...
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...
WHITE FLAG by Jesse Kemmerer
WHITE FLAGBy Jesse Kemmerer
Bootsie had been washing dishes in the kitchen when he first saw it – a white piece of something tied to a tree in the woods behind the house. It had...
DROP OUT by Raymond Tatten
DROP OUTBy Raymond Tatten
A lazy ceiling fan coaxed May morning air past a wall portrait of President LBJ and through the crowded room as two marines looked up from clerk-sized desks.“Tatten? Major Williams is...
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...
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...
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,...
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...