SPIRAL by Martin Toman
SPIRALby Martin Toman
Rachel left the kitchen quietly, crossing the atrium to ascend the staircase, her foot fall soundless so as to not attract attention. The noises of the wake receded as she climbed, and...
DEATH AND BASEBALL by Red Rollins*
DEATH AND BASEBALLBy Red Rollins
He parked at the subway station and took the train to Union. The southbound train was filled with blue jerseys—couples, gangs of women, gangly men with turkey hats, punks, and Eastern...
THE MAKEOVER by Adelaide Shaw
THE MAKEOVER By Adelaide Shaw
Maggie’s worries were not about the hot, dry Santa Ana winds that blew into Los Angeles raising temperatures and tempers and creating a high fire danger. Her worries were of a...
LEAVES FROM THE FIELD by Michael Robinson
LEAVES FROM THE FIELDby Michael Robinson
At Christian Appalachian Southern Baptist Institute (CASBI) there are two statues in the garden with the water-spring pond and a brick walkway leading to the main campus. One of...
SQUISHY STAR TUBE by Franco Amati
SQUISHY STAR TUBEby Franco Amati
The thing I remember most about that day was the squishy star tube. The way it moved all slippery in my hand and how those colorful plastic stars inside just...
TANGO by Henri Colt
TANGOby Henri Colt
"I don’t dance the tango,” Kyra says, “but I took lessons before coming.” She bites into a bright green apple with an audible crunch. Its tangy taste has a whisper of sweetness...
FLAMENCO – FIVE BELOW by Meghan Dimmick
FLAMENCO, FIVE BELOWby Meghan Dimmick
John and Beatrice are dating. Eric and I are their friends.
Beatrice and I met on the first day of grade school. We were six. We were all six, but somehow she seemed...
CONFESSIONAL by Richard Rose
CONFESSIONALby Richard Rose
The request for a visit from a priest had taken Lucy by surprise. She knew that as a child her mother, encouraged by her parents who were devout Catholics, had been a...
MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Linda Marshall
MISTAKEN IDENTITYBy Linda Marshall
She’d flown back to St. Louis for her mother’s funeral, her sadness accentuated by their often difficult relationship; no fixing it now. It was in the past, yet Kate was obsessed...
WHO AM I by Britney Saint Joy
WHO AM Iby Britney Saint Joy
The hot sun hit the face of a woman who stood very confused examining her surroundings. A shopping district aligned with numerous shops and cafes surrounded her while a...