THE RETURN OF THE TUNNEL RATS by Michael Walker
THE RETURN OF THE TUNNEL RATSby Michael S. Walker
It was in Great Vale Park that I last saw George Oliver.He was a drummer. He had been the drummer in a punk band I had...
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...
THREAT OF RAIN by Brian Stumbaugh
THREAT OF RAINby Brian Stumbaugh
"Pass the scrubber?"He slides her the yellow nylon scrubber, a soapy mesh lemon in his hands, slick in the luke warm water. Their fingers entwine for just a second, then...
WHAT THINGS, THESE THINGS, STIR THE HEART by Joe De Quattro
WHAT THINGS, THESE THINGS, STIR THE HEARTby Joe De Quattro
In voicing his uncertainty Martin Colliver felt he was making a declaration. “I have no idea how to do this!” He understood that admissions such...
EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE TIN by Bari Hein
EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE TINby Bari Hein
Wherever Joe’s youngest son goes, trouble follows.His older two, Jacob and Luke, managed to grow up without breaking a single bone between them. Matthew, on the other hand, broke...
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...
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...
A GAME OF SOLITAIRE by June Kino-Cullen
A GAME OF SOLITAIREby June Kino-Cullen
Days go by without winning. I tell myself it’s okay. It’s the process that counts. Keeps my old brain sharp. The more I play, the quicker I move that...
THE DECAYING AND BLOOMING MIND by Diego Lorenzo Leyva
THE DECAYING AND BLOOMING MINDby Diego Lorenzo Leyva
Psychotic Break
Bring on the psychotic break! We're strong enough for it! We shall let this heavy burden ride our backs until we, proud horses, perish.
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HORSE COUNTRY by Barbara Bottner
HORSE COUNTRYby Barbara Bottner
I’ve only agreed to accompany my husband Dan to have Sunday brunch with a Paul somebody because I’m terrified when I imagine him talking to a horse breeder un-chaperoned. When unnerved, some...