FILADELPHIA by D. Matt McGowan
FILADELPHIAby Matt McGowan The way people talk about it just makes it worse. Taboo but titillating. Cheap excitement at the expense of others. Voyeurism dressed up as outrage.The husbands decided to go golfing. Even mine,...
A GOOD SLEEPER by Keith Jenereaux
A GOOD SLEEPERby Keith Jenereaux
The condensation that crept from the bottom of the window was high enough to hide the small front yard from Holly. Any other time she would have wiped it clear...
DEATH ENTERS THE ROOM by Elaine Rosenberg Miller
DEATH ENTERS THE ROOMBy Elaine Rosenberg Miller
“Did you hear that?”“What?” he said, his voice muffled by a pillow.
The children were finally asleep. They followed a nightly ritual. She would tell them stories, sing to...
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COLLEGE TOWN by Jeff Kulik
COLLEGE TOWNby Jeffrey Kulik
It’s hot today, and as I look up at the sun I feel a bead of sweat rolling down the back of my neck. It reminds me of the old times,...
A GUEST AT THE CLUB by Henry Simpson
A GUEST AT THE CLUBby Henry Simpson
“That was a delightful performance, counselor,” said a man with a voice that easily pierced the sound and fury of the courthouse hallway.I opened my eyes. Standing before...
A RECURRING DREAM by Ana Vidosavljevic
A RECURRING DREAMby Ana Vidosavljevic
Mila woke up to the sound of Fajr prayer. It was still pitch-dark outside. She came close to the window and pulled back the curtain. The sky was overloaded with...
DAGGER by Maureen Grace
DAGGERby Maureen Grace
“Ohhh,” he cried quietly, so as not to scare off the passers by; their handouts had allowed him to eek out the barest of succor for (could it really be?) twenty-seven years. He...
SILVER HORSES REINED IN by Susandale
SILVER HORSES REINED INBy Susandale
Eight p.m., or thereabouts: the usual time for the droves of kids that peeled into the diner,Four Horses, at seven, to peel out.Josh put Reggie in charge of p.m. fries and cokes before he...
BETWEEN THE SHADOW AND THE SOUL by Bhavika Sicka
BETWEEN THE SHADOWAND THE SOULby Bhavika Sicka Shafiq stood overlooking the sprawling concrete wilderness that was Old City. The day was closing, and the muezzin's call to prayer could be heard wafting across terraces and...
TRADIO by Richard Luftig
TRADIOby Richard Luftig
I stubbed out my tenth Winston of the morning. Thank God we were nearing the end of the show. “We’re back,” I said, feigning enthusiasm. “Time for two more calls. You’re on Tradio....