SHAME by Harry Ricciardi
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...
FALLING UP by Sandra Gould Ford
WOLF BENEATH THE WAVESBy Sandra Gould Ford
The brick-red Jeep Wrangler cruised beside the icy river, kicking up great sprays of snow. The driver, Peyton Granville, said, “Guess we missed the salt trucks.” Peyton was...
HONY by Monika R. Martyn
HONYby Monika R. Martyn
No matter how often I’ve tried to pinpoint it, it is never a single, definable trigger that unhooks the memory. Sometimes it’s the strum of a guitar, something vintage, or the...
THE CAGE by Robert Gamer
THE CAGEby Robert Gamer
It was to be my way out. Make a little nest egg and jump on a Greyhound going to the east or west coast. I didn’t care where I wound up,...
A ROMANTIC TIME AT EAST BEACH by Rose Quacker
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,...
VALENTINE’S DAY by Christopher Johnson
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...
FOUR DAYS OF RAIN by Anita Haas
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,...
DAILY BREAD by Stan Dryer
DAILY BREADby Stan Dryer
On a January morning over a year ago I came into my Clinic an hour before opening time, in hopes of getting through some paperwork before my first client arrived. The...
IGOR THE CHANGELING by Titus Green
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...
PALE ASHES OF BAYONNE by Christopher Marchesano
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,...