SHOP by ML Paul
SHOPby ML Paul
Like a photo plucked from developer too soon, she appeared underdeveloped to herself as she looked in the mirror of the third floor bathroom. To correct this problem, she opened her laptop,...
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...
PUNCH DRUNK by Annabelle Baptista
PUNCH DRUNKBy Annabelle Baptista
I clutched my jaw as if I’d been sucker punched. Genevieve looked up from my case file, her piercing grey eyes like pressed pickleloaf from some kindergartener’s soggy lunch sack. Over...
NOT QUITE SO BLIND by Thomas Heine
NOT QUITE SO BLINDBy Thomas Heine
I have never experienced the sensation of sight, but I know a lot about it. I have an understanding of words such as bright, shades, black and white and...
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...
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...
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...
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 more space than they had now....
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 too, earlier than you’d think. But...