WHALE BONE by David Massey
WHALE BONEby David Massey
The young man accompanied me outside to enjoy the air and sun. So balmy out here always in July. We walked slowly toward this swing, my favorite place to watch the...
KNOCK by Nick Farriella
KNOCKby Nick Farriella
Esme was a charity care worker or “charity care officer” as she’d like to call it when discussing her job with relatives at family functions. She’d been doing it for twenty-two years,...
GOD’S OWN by Samuel Buckley
GOD'S OWNby Samuel R. Buckley
I. Adulthood
Nick’s fists thump the counter: come on.His teeth crush his lips: come on.His eyes move from the lurid displays set about the windows and shelves to the forbidden library...
STANDOFF AT THE COUNTRY PRIDE MOTEL, STARRING BILLY FITZ by P. J. ...
STANDOFF AT THE COUNTRY PRIDE MOTEL, STARRING BILLY FITZby P. J. Gannon
A few hours after spiking some Afghan smack in Room 5 of the Country Pride Motel, Billy considered introducing a girl into the...
FLIPPING THE TORTILLA by Anita Haas
FLIPPING THE TORTILLAby Anita Haas
“You have lived here in Madrid for twelve years?“ Cheryl eyed Peggy, challenge in her tone. “And married to a Spaniard? You must be an expert on the culture by...
WILL I DIE OF HEAT STROKE? By Ruth Deming
WILL I DIE OF HEAT STROKE?by Ruth Z. Deming
My metallic gray Nissan with its red racing stripe sped confidently into the parking lot of Staples, a seven-minute drive from home. Friendly Dave installed an...
THE KILLING OF AN ARDENT APPRENTICE by Sana Mojdeh
WILL I DIE OF HEAT STROKE?by Ruth Z. Deming
My metallic gray Nissan with its red racing stripe sped confidently into the parking lot of Staples, a seven-minute drive from home. Friendly Dave installed an...
WHAT DID YOU SEE? By Joel Worford
WHAT DID YOU SEE?by Joel Worford
It’s eleven P.M. and your hand is on your belt. You don’t see me. There are no streetlights in this neighborhood, so at first, you don’t see me. Or...
THE VEIL OF JUDGMENT by Pauline Duchesneau
THE VEIL OF JUDGMENTby Pauline Duchesneau
The slam of the heavy steel door and the mechanized latching of innumerable locks dropped lead into my gut. I’d tried and failed to prepare for this moment. I...
THE WALL BETWEEN US by John C. Weil
THE WALL BETWEEN USby John C. Weil We walked with the wall between us, just as Robert Frost described.We picked up the stones, each of them still cold from the winter.I stopped a moment to...