Fiction - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

HE HAD A LOT OF STUFFby Thomas Tomlinson Greg was not a neighbor you would want to have. He would always play loud music. The neighbors were always asking him to shut it off. He...

DUSTBy Maggie Slepian I was at a stoplight, the one that never seems to be green no matter which direction you come from. It was the part of town where the radio comes in clear,...

HIS HOMEBy Effy Rose It’s the house I grew up in, but everything’s different. Forty years ago, I left it to care for itself, and I suppose it has. It’s still standing. Under a blanket...

A ROOM FOR TWOBy Cristina Oramas Sweat made her tight white dress cling to her curvy figure. “Why do you always make me meet you in such dingy motels?” asked Rose. The bed had a...

SOLO ACTBy Malcolm Garcia She holds a yellow feather.--Do you know anything about birds? she asks.He shakes his head, no, and moves over to make room for her on a bench in the bus shelter...

UNDER THE FLOORS OF CHURCHESBy Libby Copa She had not wanted him to come with her to the wedding in the first place. That morning as Maren lay naked from the waist up and in...

WILLOUGHBYby Charlotte Freccia Clara Richardson had two sisters, and of the three of them, Clara was the least beautiful and had the least interesting name. Clara’s older sister, Eliora, had a long neck and symmetrical,...

A FOUR-LETTER WORDby James Brennan Jack Broderick, who worked in human resources at a prestigious university’s school of government, had made a career out of playing it safe, so he wasn’t crazy about the exposure...

LINGERBy Jessica Olivos LingerUntil one day I heard it. I heard the song. I heard the beautiful orchestra in the beginning then her voice bringing me to life. I felt relieved and hurt at the...

HOMECOMINGBy Emelyn Grace Jaros The radio was less staticy that I remembered. Jason Aldean’s twang had only to compete with the whir of the AC and the rumble of tires against broken-up asphalt. One vent...