TELL A FRIEND by Colin Gallagher
TELL A FRIENDby Colin Gallagher
While walking up Sunset Street in Seattle, Washington, I pass office buildings, parking lots, restaurants and other businesses. I believe I had seen it all, yet to my surprise, I...
THE OLD FRONT PORCH by Ruth Deming
THE OLD FRONT PORCH by Ruth Deming
He was a man who never cussed in front of women. Just inside his own head. The black head of retired Major Robert O. Brown. Thanksgiving was on its...
SMELL OF LEATHER by Vivek Nath Mishra
SMELL OF LEATHERby Vivek Nath Mishra
After a long day, Subba walked down a narrow alley passing several sleeping, ruminating cows in the middle of the street, perturbing the sleep of stray dogs curled up...
DID I STUTTER? by Alan Berger
DID I STUTTER?By Alan Berger
No one ever in any of Joe’s classrooms starting from kindergarten ever thought that he would ever be P.H.D. material. More like P.H.Duh material.So thought the students, the teachers. And Joe...
WE ARE WAITING by Chrissie Rohrman
WE ARE WAITINGby Chrissie Rohrman
I’m on break when I get the call from Gram. I listen and nod along, pretending my heart isn’t seizing in my chest. “Keep me posted,” I tell her, and...
ALTER IAGO by Marcia Eppich-Harris
ALTER IAGOby Marcia Eppich-Harris
“The soul is as important as the sinews,” the orientation speaker had said on my first day of medical school. “Here at St. Hearthguard University, we believe that the best doctors...
AN INSTANT OF EVERYTHING by John Riebow
AN INSTANT OF EVERYTHINGby John Riebow
The night air was crisp as he emerged from the heat of the crowded club. It was just after midnight and, thanks to a three quarter moon and a...
FOR YOU, BLUE by Anna Schaeffer
FOR YOU, BLUEby Anna Schaeffer
“Eighty-two.”Lina Vaduva woke up with the number thrumming in her head like a dial tone. The clock on Lina’s phone read 3:45, but silence was rare in Lewiston, even in...
JIMINEY bt Lisa Lebduska
JIMINEYby Lisa Lebduska
On a blistering July morning in 1979, Connie and Maria entered the smooth, moneyed chill of The Plaza Hotel, trailing after Connie's father Tom, who crossed its gleaming marble with the long,...
THE SULLEN ROAD by Susie Gharib
THE SULLEN ROADby Susie Gharib
I fell in love with his shadow which wavered every time he passed by my window, a profile with no features, but whose footsteps echoed in a rhythmic fashion that...