Fiction - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

TOMMOROWby Naethan Pais His eyes opened rather swiftly for a man his age. It was painful. The sudden overload of information flooding through, rendering his surroundings as smoked glass. His frail frame rose up, painfully,...

LOSING THE LOTTERYby Bailey Cook Dailey I dealt to the hook-handed man first. Single deck Blackjack. He was the only player at the table. He was on a hot streak winning what felt like four...

THE ARTIST AS AN OLD MANby Benjamin Haimowitz For eleven years since the shaking caused by Parkinson’s disease made life at home with him impossible, Steven’s grandfather had been in a facility for the chronically...

IVANAby Magdalena Blažević Ivana (16. 8. 1993) I'll be dead in two hours. My hair, washed with camomile, as white as snow, will mix with the dust from the well-worn path and turn grey. It remembers the...

FROSTby Phil Mershon For the next nine years he wandered from one ranch to the next. The old man had long ago gone to whatever final rewards he'd had coming, leaving George to embrace solitude...

MEANINGLESSby David Norwood I looked forward to when the grounds across campus were cut. It happened every two weeks, and today was one of those days, and it just so happened to be the last...

SANDCASTLESby Kamila Stopyra 1 Dry air from the nearby desert touched Alan’s delicate face. The 13-year-old nodded politely to an old man speaking to him. Yet, the boy was too focused on desperately trying to stop...

THE COOKIEMEISTERby Stan Dryer Childhood memories come and go. An image on television, a friend’s joke or a single word can trigger an explosion of memories, a chain of remembrance plucked out of the past....

CLOSING TIMEby Edith Boyd Mr. Colton’s wife sounded nice on the phone. She called the store often, and when she did, I got a good feeling, except when she was upset about one of their...

STOLEN CANOESby Charles R. Stieren Backwoods of Mississippi, Present Day            The ice-maker dumped ice into the tray and woke me. I’d fallen asleep on the couch. As I stumbled through the darkness to my bedroom I...