Fiction - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

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...

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...

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...

STAYby Mariana Sabino As I stood outside the house, a bottled-down stillness came over me. I caught a strong whiff of mold – sweetened somehow. Soon enough, the door swung open and out came my...

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...

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...

PICKIN’ UP THE PIECESby Larry L. Hamilton When Uncle Luke called him “Your Honor” in his best big round revival voice and rolled out words about satisfying the court and serving the needs of justice,...

ON THE WAY TO FLORIDAby Thomas Genevieve Holly knew Keith would blast the air conditioning the entire trip, and he did. Smiling, she pulled the sweatshirt she brought in anticipation over her head. There was...

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...

A PITSTOP ON THE ROAD TO REDEMPTIONby Mark Kaye In the centre of the town square stood a fountain in the middle of which was a statue of a giant conch adorned with twisted ivy...