Fiction - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

FIRST SPRING SEASONby Daniel Picker   My father disappeared in the dark that late winter when the nights still ran long into the mornings and the day still ran short with darkness falling before dinner. ...

CORAby Olivia Du Pont  “The first thing I remember was that everyone was yelling around me, my mother was crying, and the last thing I remember was seeing was a woman standing at the end...

THE KINDERGARTEN TEACHERby Alethea Tyler   One, two, three, four taps against the side of her thigh. To ground her. To calm her. Four was the perfect number. Divisible by two. The age of untouched...

SOMETHING TO LEAVE BEHINDby Christian R. Fennell It was the surname that got me thinking: I wonder if he’s related to Tommy Mountjoy, a guy I went to school with. When I asked if he’d...

COUSIN "ITT"by Bruce Kamei “Can I have a Rover here at sixty-nine and seventy?” an immigration inspector asked over the radio.            “What’s the problem?” asked INS Acting Supervisory Immigration Inspector Takeshi Tsukemoto.  Sixty-nine and seventy...

HOMEby Sarah Moore   “Ma’am, I just need you to sign here,” said the FedEx guy. A notepad poked out from beneath the carcass of the wolf-dog-creature-thing in his arms.Angela stared down at the body,...

A PEBBLE IN YOUR SHOEby AN Block   “Look at you,” Jonas says, rubbing his thumb gently into Shelley’s palm, as she eases herself into the Mercedes, “all lovely in blue.”            “It’s my new color,”...

THE LAST DAY OF GUSTAVO BUSTAMANTEby Conor O'Brian Barnes A noble life is of no account, Gustavo Bustamante thought to himself. Death is a vulture feeding on jackals and lions the same. He lay dying on the...