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...
THE YOUNG WARRIORS by Steve Slavin
THE YOUNG WARIORSby Steve Slavin
1The day before I left for basic training, I sat in Katz’s, a massive family style delicatessen on the Lower Eastside. Widely known for...
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GHOSTS by David Rogers
GHOSTSby David Rogers
When the ghosts started to appear, I knew it was only a matter of time til Stephen would show up. Again.#“Laura, you’re out of uniform,” Jimmy...
STREET OF ANOTHER WISH by Judson Blake
STREET OF ANOTHER WISHby Judson Blake
They discussed it several times. How it would be straightforward and might even be fun, moving, really, only across town. There would be...
THE DAY OF THE FIRE by Jeff Bakkensen
THE DAY OF THE FIREby Jeff Bakkensen
There’s a special smile when they see you walking a dog. Like, Yep, one of the tribe. Mei’s said pregnant women get it...
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...
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...
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...
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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...
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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...