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BASIL THE GREEK by Mark Halpern
BASIL THE GREEKBy Mark Halpern
I’d prepared meticulously – beyond any possible need – and waited at the little Starbucks tucked behind the escalator that carries dark-suited bankers and whatnot up from the station. A...
MOUNTAINS & RAINBOWS by Matthew Vesely
MOUNTAINS & RAINBOWSby Matthew Vesely
The MountainI stepped over a root crawling along the forest floor, one of the bigger roots, one of the roots that stemmed off into smaller roots that crawled farther along...
CUTTHROAT GAP by Larry Rose
CUTTHROAT GAPBy Larry Rose
THE RANCHER CREAKED BACKWARDS on his porch rocking chair. His hand shook from age, perhaps, as he pointed out to the box valley in front of us. His face was drawn,...
THE EULOGY by Christopher Cooper
THE EULOGYby Christopher Cooper
The day after I sold my novel was my father’s funeral. And while I should have been looking forward to promoting my book, all I could think about were the numerous...
THE PLEASURE OF SPRING AND OTHER STORIES by Leonard Klossner
THE PLEASURE OF SPRING AND OTHER STORIESby Leonard Klossner
The Pleasure of Spring
One wades through currents of prose like one knee-high in the shallows of a stream whose waters flow like whispers in the wind,...
THE LAST LIVING INDIAN by Logan Giese
THE LAST LIVING INDIANby Logan Giese
Tom Hartfield sat at his cubicle in one of many iridescent spiral towers scattered across Manhattan. He felt satisfied with his morning work crunching the daily numbers and took...
THE BEST COMPANY by Ezra Brooks-Planck
THE BEST COMPANYBy Ezra Brooks-Planck
The man blinked. He looked around him. There was nothing. He stood in a vast emptiness. There was no light and no dark. All he knew was that he was...
A NIGHT OF FIREFLIES by Gail Hosking
A NIGHT OF FIREFLIESby Gail Hosking
I listen to the story again, the one on the edge of memory ready to be told like something written from the future backwards. A night stored away in...
JONES STREET by Andrew Chinich
JONES STREETby Andrew Chinich
Looking back now, thinking of Ruby makes me smile. But it took a long time to get to this place. What then felt like a series of haphazard random events now...
NO ONE ELSE WILL WATCH by Marshall Farren
NO ONE ELSE WILL WATCHby Marshal Farren
The Mother sits on a bed inside the smallest of places. The lamp burns on the nightstand. The snow piles outside the window. The baby is asleep, and...