Fiction
Swimming like the Centre of the Flames
It would have been simpler if once Allison came out to them, her mother had disowned her, sat shiva like my Orthodox parents were advised by to do but didn’t. Instead, her mother hugged her, then scrutinized her closely and never brought it up again. By Danila Botha
Swimming like the Centre of the Flames
It would have been simpler if once Allison came out to them, her mother had disowned her, sat shiva like my Orthodox parents were advised by to do but didn’t. Instead, her mother hugged her, then scrutinized her closely and never brought it up again. By Danila Botha
Certainty
By James F. McGrath, “I’m recording this so that you can be certain, as I am…” Kelly Wallace pushed the button on the console again and
An Unforgettable Float
By Daisy Cashin, Linda woke up with the summer sun and reached over to her bed’s cold right side. Startled not to find anyone there,
Under the Midnight Sun
By Debra J. Tillar There was a commotion in the penguin colony. Frantic screeching and clamor. A skua had stolen a pin-feathered chick from a
Pomelos
By Ellis Shuman, The war had been raging for 40 days when Eli reported to the orchards. Seven in the morning and he was the
The End of Days
By Rowan Keller Smith, The End Days kicked off like any other, with a walk to work. Headphones in, NPR on. The story of a
In Yorktown, Her Name Is Sharon
By Brian Mosher, There are things you expect when you step inside a whorehouse or a brothel. Or, as Helene liked to call her place,
An Unwelcome Guest
By Jonathan Papernick, (NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I wrote the short story “An Unwelcome Guest,” exactly 25 years ago in October 1998, during my first
Comedy Act: A Ghost Story
By Meg Pokrass My father has never believed in ghosts, at least in the houses of others. “But here in our house, we do have
Cat or Crow?
By Jordan Nishkian, Rena missed the quiet of the morning—before Charmaine’s uninterrupted stream of consciousness steeped through the kitchen like the sun through the apartment’s
