Fiction - Year V - Number 28 - September 2019

NOISEBy Kelley Vick "What.  Is.  That.  Noise?"  Rachel stared at the ceiling of Rodney's apartment – her new home – and pursed her lips.  A sound she could only liken to a herd of cattle...

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,...

WENDAby John Kaufmann About two-and-a-half or three years after I bought my first park, I got a call from a woman who I will call Wenda.  Wenda was maybe sixty years old.  She had grown...