LIFE WITH THIS MAN by Jody Sperling
LIFE WITH THIS MANby Jody Sperling
The promotion to senior management has given them more money, disposable income, but also taken him further from her and their boys: physically, he travels twice as often, and...
GRACE by Christopher Foster
GRACEby Christopher Foster Past the turn off for the cemetery and farther down the trail winding around the south side of the lake the car sat quietly in the late afternoon sun—silver, languid, chippings of...
WHY I WON’T SLEEP WITH DONALD TRUMP by Judith Roney
WHY I WON’T SLEEP WITH DONALD TRUMPby Judith Roney
A surprise dinner for my cousin’s Wharton graduation. Her dad wants everyone seated before he makes his entrance — says he’s her surprise. Trimmed his mullet...
THE DANCE INSTRUCTOR by Dean Jollay
THE DANCE INSTRUCTORby Dean Jollay
Nervous, unsure what to expect, Nails enters the Bougainvillea Dance Studio for his first lesson. In the empty lobby, he tries to recall what brought him here, what voice said, Nails,...
GRANDMAMA’S FLOWERS by Susan Zurenda
GRANDMAMA’S FLOWERSby Susan Beckham Zurenda
The day before Grandmama came to get me, I planned how to stow the cat in her car and take him to her house in Fairview with us. My mother...
SHRIVELED HEARTS by John Danahy
SHRIVELED HEARTSby John Danahy
Cassie rounded the bathroom corner, slid under the sheets, and nestled her body against the middle-aged man who’d said his name was Thomas Prow. “It’s Thomas, not Tom,” Cassie remembered him...
WRAPPING THINGS UP RIGHT by Susan Swanson
WRAPPING THINGS UP RIGHTby Susan Swanson
A little more than a week after surgery I brought Ma home. She was still “Ma” even though Bill, roommate at Yale, had pulled me aside and said I’d...
THE UBER DRIVER by Taylor Lovullo
THE UBER DRIVERby Taylor Lovullo
WASHINGTON, D.C., 2017I remember it starting out like a normal Saturday afternoon. I had nearly finished my studying for the day, so I closed the cover of my history textbook...
A TWINKLE IN THE NIGHT by Don Himelstein
A TWINKLE IN THE NIGHTby Donald Himelstein
Stan Waltman was tired. He had driven almost two hours in the cold and wet snow and as he entered the town limits he felt the first releasing...
THE DREAMERS by Fred Miller
THE DREAMERSby Fred Miller
Middle-aged and solitary in nature, he was one of those odd little characters who appear in the shadows of our lives, in cafes, in bars, and by bookstalls along the rivers,...