Fiction - Year V - Number 28 - September 2019

FOUR DAYS OF RAINBy Anita Haas “I gotta pick up Susi at her grandma’s. Back in an hour. Think you can handle the place on your own that long, Sis?”Clara cringed. Jorge loved humiliating her,...

  IGOR THE CHANGELINGBy Titus Green   “The future has no other reality than as present hope, and the past is no more than present memory.” (Jorge Luis Borges)A hostile stranger ten yards in front of him demands...

SHAMEby Harry Ricciardi  In Nelson’s dockyard, Wayne was working.  On the back of some fancy plastic boat, the fitting had broken that held the wire that ran inside the davits that raised a dinghy.  It...

PHOTOGRAPHERBy Paul Perilli  Last month, back from Portugal two days, I went to see a client and after that I hailed a taxi on lower Broadway to take me back to Brooklyn. My driver, I...

VALENTINE’S DAYby Christopher Johnson Dad was of the World War II generation. The Greatest Generation. Born in 1920, came of age during the Great Depression. Dad wore his body like armor, like so many men...

THE KING OF THE BOOT-STOMP GHETTOBy Blake Rose The mousy girl at the front desk gave Alec a room pretty high up, not a penthouse, but still high enough that, if he stood on the...

A ROMANTIC TIME AT EAST BEACHby Rose Quacker I worried grains of sand between my toes and between my fingers, pondering the cliché, everlasting thoughts of a romantic. Deep down, I felt my desire grow,...

PALE ASHES OF BAYONNE, NEW JERSEYBy Chris Marchesano The last casino I was booted from didn’t even bother asking about my father. No one seemed to notice the other rundown creature slinking beside me either,...

PATRICIDEby Alan Swyer Year after year Tom Campbell longed to trade peddling for creating, a condition he playfully (but privately) claimed owed to "screenplay envy." Even once his heart was no fully longer into agenting,...

SLEIGHT OF HANDby Rebecca Lee In the light between blinds, my eyes stare into the neighbor's window. All I see is my reflection. Blue eyes, thin face, blond hair to my chest. I am waiting...