TART by Guy Preston
Tart
Guy Preston
The global rankings had been announced the night before and on the day the athletes filed in to the stadium, some floated and some dragged their feet. In their quarters, the athletes had...
WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? By Glynn Germany
WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?
"I don't need his ideas, okay? Or any old crap full of vacuum tubes and God knows what. I need his face. Not his ideas. And for sure not his mouth....
WAVING AT STEVIE WONDER by Ted Larsen
Waving at Stevie Wonder
By Ted R. Larsen
Writing as Amy Bradigan
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Hal would like to fluff his pillow, but it hurts too much to move. After considering it, he decides an unfluffed pillow will be...
COMFORTING LIES by Jeff Dosser
Darkness fell outside DeMichael’s window, his curtains rippling with the final exhalations of a humid summer day. With a sigh, he jammed his copy of NBA 2K12 into his Xbox wishing, his mother could...
PEBBLES by Susie Gharib
Pebbles
Let me speak of madness that surpasses description. He addressed the pebbles he collected with the utmost respect. He gave them names and whispered in their ears, though I could not tell which parts...
THE DYER’S DAY OUT by Nageen Rather
THE DYER’S DAY OUT
Reclining against the mud-plastered wall, Gulzar Khan’s soft-natured wife Noor opened the copper lid of the samovar and blew a mouthful of air into its chimney. After adding a pinch of...
NO SHOWING by Adam Hofbauer
No Showing
The Thanksgiving dishes sat piled and unwashed around the kitchen sink. The uneaten turkey remained on its bones, pan full of carcass and liquid drippings successfully shoved into the fridge between twin stacks...
BLACK LOVE by Frannie Gilbertson
Black Love
Devon
She stood up and stretched her arms above her head, the sheet slipping down to her waist. I wanted to reach out and trace the line of her spine. It was so...
LIKE DESCRIBING COLOR TO A BLIND PERSON by Jim Bolone
“Put 101.9 on.”
The music we listening to no longer interested me and became noise. I preferred my own music; it helped keep me alert, the way it was on the road before losing my...
TOGETHER AT LAST by Ruth Deming
TOGETHER AT LAST
Thud! That’s me, playfully hitting myself in the forehead, wondering why I hadn’t thought of this before. Go and visit her. Go, even if you have to pay someone to drive you...
