LECHERY by Alex R. Encomienda
LECHERYby Alex R. Encomienda
Gene and Phillip walked into the tiny, tin-box shaped coffee shop uptown of Ithaca and picked a quiet spot by the window. As they sat down, Gene realized that he had...
THE CLIENT by Catherine Lin
THE CLIENTby Catherine Lin
The first thing Debbie noticed when Hilaria Wigotsky got into her car, was that she didn’t look like most clients. From the thick, blonde hair elegantly coiled on the back of...
THE FIELD OF PLAY by Mike Sharlow
THE FIELD OF PLAYBy Mike Sharlow
Our world revolved around “the field.” It was about fifty yards wide from the street to the block wall of St. Dominic’s Convent and about two blocks long. In...
DOWNTOWN WALDOS by Mark Massaro
DOWNTOWN WALDOSby Mark Massaro
Riley, my pot-dealers girlfriend, arched her body over the enormous yoga ball in front of me while I sat on their couch as he weighed out quarter bags on a digital...
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THE RESCUE by Elie Axelroth
THE RESCUEby Elie Axelroth
The stranger who rescued him was a dark-skinned woman. He heard the swish of her silky dress, the clicking of high heels as she approached along the pedestrian walkway on the...
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FINDING KRAMER by Ruth Deming
FINDING KRAMERby Ruth Deming
Five or six years ago, in a private message on Facebook, Joyce told me that Kramer was a bag lady in Boston. It seemed improbable but two other people from our...
ELIZABETH PETTIGREW by Richard Bader
ELIZABETH PETTIGREWby Richard Bader
She opened the door before we could knock, in a long silver dress and hair the same color, scarlet lips framing too-white teeth. “How awfully kind of you to come!” she...
THREE by Keith Hoerner
THREEby Keith Hoerner
To Clara: Regarding Your Critique
You shared your writing with me. An extension of friendship, like a handshake. More like the reaching out of hands with the chance to be held – or...
THREE SMALL WORDS by Paul Lamb
THREE SMALL WORDSby Paul Lamb
Three small words. Just three syllables.“Don’t tell Mom.”What brother might say to brother, but less likely from father to son. Words calling for trust and, in the same breath, betrayal.“Don’t...
MY FIRST SOLE LITTLE LETTER by Paweł Markiewicz
MY FIRST SOLE LITTLE LETTERby Paweł Markiewicz
My first sole little letter Calling allringing so beauteously-muse-like and winged like eternally gentle pinion of a melancholic harpDear valued mellow quaint readers-dreamers!
At 5.30 pm the meek time...