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...
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...
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...
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,...
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...
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 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...
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...
A GIANT by William Pruitt
GIANTby William Pruitt
A boy looked at himself in the mirror. He made a face to scare himself. He went out into the woods. He shouted a made-up word. He ran back to his house,...
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...