Fiction - Year IV - Number 27 - August 2019

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...

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 its delicious pastrami, corned beef, and...

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 Neutron said. Like Joe’s Mexican Restaurant...