SECOND SIGHT by Katherine Steblen
SECOND SIGHTby Katherine Steblen
“Kids are back,” said Jerry, wiping gummy residue from his eyes. Leaves were mashed against his face from where he’d passed out the night before in a whiskey haze, marks of...
BLUE WATER by Andrew Mitin
BLUE WATERby Andrew Mitin
The Home
Twilight moon through now-falling snow. The quiet flakes embrace over asphalt fissures of street bed. The world has changed since last the sun. Benevolent spirits have been decorating and...
THE FOX AND ITS CATCHER by J.R. Night
THE FOX AND ITS CATCHERby J.R. Night
Oh, he would get him today. Months had passed, and he had maintained this charade long enough. All students were required to eat their lunch in the cafeteria....
NEVER TOO LATE by Jose Recio
NEVER TOO LATEby Jose Recio
From her last alcohol binge, instinctively, she ended up at his door. They had been drinking buddies, and later, lovers—a long time ago.With whatever remained of her, and her seventy...
THE NIGHT MAINTENANCE MAN by John Tavares
THE NIGHT MAINTENANCE MANby John Tavares
Occasionally, when she felt lonely and depressed on graveyard shifts at the hospital, June had late night trysts with the night maintenance man in her locked broom closet and...
EASY WAY by Alexa Findlay
EASY WAYby Alexa Findlay
He sits at his spotless wooden desk reviewing the patient’s dental history. Perfect teeth and no cavities.His stomach drops to his knees, as he sees the name Veronica Reeve printed at the top...
FINER THINGS by Maureen Hossbacher
FINER THINGSby Maureen Hossbacher
Even in retrospect, Wesley Byrne is disinclined to acknowledge the cliché of his affair with Ellie. He was past forty and starting to bald. Ellie Mattisen, his secretary then, was twenty-five. ...
WHAT WE TALK ABOUT WHEN WE TALK ABOUT TURKEY by E. P. Tuazon
WHAT WE TALK ABOUT WHEN WE TALK ABOUT TURKEYby E. P. Tuazon
My colleague, Faruk Irgulu, was talking. Faruk was the head of our English Department at the school we taught at and sometimes that...
THE SINGING SCALLOP by Annabelle Blomeley
THE SINGING SCALLOPby Annabelle Blomeley
The Singing Scallop Restaurant held its fifteenth anniversary on the day Hurricane Robert starting raining down onto the town of Winnie Shores. Out the windows, customers could see what looked...
THE POET LAUREATE OF MALCOLM’S DINER by Cindy Adams
THE POET LAUREATE OF MALCOLM’S DINERby C. Billingsley Adams
Someone tapped on my shoulder today when I was feeling all bluesy as my long-time friend had just recently died. The last of my real friends,...