ARMISTICE by Halle Carter
ARMISTICEby Halle J. Carter
Now that most everyone has gone, Lexa can hear what’s going on in the tiny kitchen off of the living room. The TV is up loud enough that she has to...
MR. DARLING CONFRONTS A VISION by Andrew Mitin
MR. DARLING CONFRONTS A VISIONby Andrew Mitin
Mr. Darling James to his wife and father Jim to his friends and co-workers and Jimmy to his motherwas not a morbid man, or rather a morbid young man, since...
SORRY BETSY by Mimi Karabulut
SORRY BETSYby Mimi Karabulut I take a seat, but this table is all wrong. It’s too old for the room. The room has a modern feel to it, but the table is creaky and worn...
GOFER ALL OR NOTHING by Katrina Johnston
GOFER ALL OR NOTHINGby Katrina Johnston
The speciality at the Hampton Grill is huge cheeseburgers with wedge-cut fries. I'm on the normal day shift now. Hooray! Lucky me. Compared to the night-time slogs, the dinner...
THE COLDNESS OF PEARLS by Deirdre Barragry
THE COLDNESS OF PEARLSby Deirdre Barragry
Harry was so punctual he might have been mistaken for someone who wanted to be there. Twenty minutes early, as if about to interview for the position of a...
EL SEÑOR DE LOS MILAGROS by Janet Barrow
EL SEÑOR DE LOS MILAGROSby Janet Barrow
Señor Arellano walked slowly along Jiron Junín, his cane tapping nervously against the ground. The streets, a hive of agitated activity less than an hour before, were now...
OUR LAST MONTHS by Judith Helen Goode
OUR LAST MONTHSby Judith Helen Goode
My wife is dying of cancer.We have been together thirty years and stayed in love for all of them. We share ideas, politics, world view, sex, fun, family. Have...
EROSA by Whitney Judd
EROSAby Whitney Judd
"Damn you, Erosa, for ever coming into my life!""Shii, poor little boy." It was a crawling sneer and spoken slowly, and it ate up everything. "Pobrecito garcon, you be back. Always you...
THE SLEEPING PERSON EXHIBIT by Alexis David
THE SLEEPING PERSON EXHIBITby Alexis David It was raining when we went to the sleeping person exhibit and when we came out both our wool sweaters became damp and maybe between our legs too. I...
A YEAR OF SUNDAYS by Neal Storrs
A YEAR OF SUNDAYSby Neal Storrs
Adelle Shipley squints through a mesh of tight black wire and pine branches. She is disappointed to see that the curtains in her sister’s living room are still unopened....