Fiction
Dr. God Awful
Dr. Richardson winced at the sight of Jerry’s feet. Was it his imagination, or had they gotten puffier, leaving large, damp footprints by the deck chair where Jerry sat alone in flamingo-patterned swim trunks, sipping a giant pink Slurpee? By Diane Bracuk
Dr. God Awful
Dr. Richardson winced at the sight of Jerry’s feet. Was it his imagination, or had they gotten puffier, leaving large, damp footprints by the deck chair where Jerry sat alone in flamingo-patterned swim trunks, sipping a giant pink Slurpee? By Diane Bracuk
The Tea Leaves
By Mitzi Dorton The girls I knew in my high school fed off me like a tick. If they saw me with a cute guy,
Pique
By Charlotte Gutzmer, The needle sinks into the mounting board hot and precise as a bullet. I am slow and gentle when I fix the
Harriet and the Sparrow
By Jennifer Frost Rain fell on the roof of the cottage where Harriet lived with her parents. She sat at the window while they bickered
Butch
By Thomas Penn Johnson, Douglas Park was just at the bottom of The Big Hill at the West end of the block where Butch lived,
Dangers of Ice Fishing
By Emily Weedon, It was that time of day in winter when the sky turned pulsing royal blue in the oblongs of her kitchen windows.
Final Draft
By Sarah Edmonds 5 minutes to -30- This is a love story. It’s important to remember that. 24 hours to -30- I had trouble
Altiplano
By David Bassano, That last summer in Mexico I was in the altiplano, or high plains, where the peyote grows. There were little villages of
Tick Tock
By Leah Eichler My five-year old granddaughter came up with the name. Once she heard me whispering about the “titkos,” meaning secret in Hungarian. To
Excerpt: I Am My Beloveds
(Listen to the audio of “I Am My Beloveds,” read by Jacob Dawes) By Jonathan Papernick Ben sat alone on his and Shira’s sensible
