ZAMBONI PUDDLE by Joe Miller
ZAMBONI PUDDLEby Joe Miller
“Can’t now,” she says. “You’re going to have to take him.”He knows an extra shift for Stacey means time and a half, and extra cash for them, but the alternative feels...
LUCAS PARRA by Jose Recio
LUCAS PARRABy Jose Recio
It’s the year 2010, and Lucas Parra can’t wait to be there! He’s returning to his old town in Spain, where he was born and raised. His parents immigrated to America...
WHERE THIEVES BREAK IN AND STEAL by Chase Dearinger
WHERE THIEVES BREAK IN AND STEALby Chase Dearinger
Friday Afternoon
As Carl took the exit marked SH 33, confidence dissolved into panic. His veins narrowed with the road. The two-lane state highway meant that the Cimarron...
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COMPANION by Mark Hurtubise
COMPANIONby Mark Hurtubise
In a small round city park, Timothy, an almost unconditionally-loved young boy, frequently played alone under 16 oak trees sharing the perimeter with eight wooden picnic tables. Unlike imaginations around him, he...
NOTE TO THE CHILDREN by Claudia Geagan
NOTE TO THE CHILDRENby Claudia Geagan
For Reese, for Randall in heaven, for Betsy, Helen, Carol and you too Patti-Cake,
April 21.This is one letter from Dad for everybody so you all get the same words. ...
THE SPECTRUM OF GREATNESS by Jared Alexander
THE SPECTRUM OF GREATNESSBy Jared Alexander
Introduction
The South Side Bandits were a Chicago-based youth organization football team. John O'Reilly, a retired blue-collar worker with balding hair and green eyes, coached the team, yet the athletes...
LIVE A MILE by John Abraham
LIVE A MILEBy John Abraham
"Thank you both for coming today. It was brave deciding to take up with the machine rather than being forced. Mr. Johnson, Mr. Hampton, please remove your glasses, and all...
WOLF BENEATH THE WAVES 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...
WHAT ARE YOU SAVING IT FOR by John McLennon
WHAT ARE YOU SAVING IT FOR?By John McLennon
Monika entered Carnal Love, one of Berlin’s basement nightclubs. The men all wore uniforms of the lowest rank, common soldaten on leave, fresh out of training before the Reich shoved them...
DAMAGE by Monica Strina
DAMAGEby Monica Strina
It’s the day of Uncle Jeff’s funeral. In front of the church our relatives move in swarms. They remind me of the beehive that formed inside our double-glazed window years ago. I’ve...