A PITSTOP ON THE ROAD TO REDEMPTION by Mark Kaye
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...
PICKIN’ UP THE PIECES by Larry Hamilton
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,...
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....
STAY by Mariana Sabino
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...
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...
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...
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...
FEVER by James Christon
FEVERby James Christon
1. InsideThe wood panelling denotes how old the world is around him. How history resides in the classrooms like bottomless pits found by scuba divers. Dan takes a deep breath and unwillingly ingests...
NO BOYS ALLOWED by Jessica Simpkiss
NO BOYS ALLOWEDby Jessica Simpkiss
Clint was fifteen when an accident killed our father. I can still remember the look on my mother’s face as she tried to tell us that he wouldn’t be coming...
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...