fbpx
>

Exploring the art of prose

Menu

FICTION

Rain Tomorrow by Charlie Watts

January 24, 2020

  “I wish she’d just hawk it up and spit it out. You know? Loogie-style.” That’s what I say to Dave in front of the Kwik Stop. We’re on our lunch, drinking off-brand iced tea in plastic bottles and as…

Read More

Take Me to Your Leader by Amy Stuber

January 17, 2020

  There are funnel cakes. There are deep-fried Kit Kats. There are even deep-fried sticks of butter. Sam’s feet sink into the mud that’s covered with straw because it rained ten inches in forty-eight hours and it’s probably going to…

Read More

Prairie Fever by Annika Barranti Klein

January 10, 2020

  The wind’s at it again. When this happens, I can’t sleep. There have been nights when it felt as though I was awake every minute, staring into the darkness and listening to the howling, swooshing, relentless sound. It gets…

Read More

The Caregiver by Bernard Grant

January 3, 2020

  “Can you get to Heaven with broken teeth?” Louis asks Margaret. “Sure can,” Margaret says, as she yanks his dresser drawer, derailing the shelf and spilling clothes onto the floor. Two hours into her shift, already exhausted and dreading…

Read More

Photo of a Nine-Year-Old Girl Smoking by Kat Moore

December 13, 2019

  Inspired from a photo by Mary Ellen Mark Lisa’s sitting in the baby pool with chubby Annie even though they aren’t babies anymore. The plastic green pool is in the driveway of Annie’s Aunt Jean’s house. Lisa is nine…

Read More

My Heart Goes Out by Amanda Bloom

December 6, 2019

  Fred was a runner, so it’s been hard to keep him still. Now we’re both still, save for his tremors. A once-in-a-lifetime athlete, they called him. And not that he didn’t run fast, he did, but Brewster was a…

Read More

The Tired Day by Benjamin Woodard 

November 22, 2019

  Nobody at the Powers That Be figured out the source. But something happened. And below, the town experienced a tired day. Everyone woke. Carol showered. Alfred ate breakfast. Sandra contemplated suicide. Others kissed spouses or parents or pets or…

Read More

In Memoriam by Kyra Kondis

November 15, 2019

  I can’t wear my black V-neck to take yearbook pictures today because I wore it to a funeral last Friday, so now it’s my funeral shirt. Which is crazy, I know, because it’s not like I’ve worn it to…

Read More

Sacred and Profane by Melissa Goode

November 8, 2019

  Our hotel in Rome is a former monastery, darkly shadowed, stone. There is no elevator. He hauls both of our suitcases up three flights of stairs. I wait for him at the top. His muscles flex, his forehead creases.…

Read More

After Dinner / Girls in the Woods by Jacqueline Doyle

November 1, 2019

  After Dinner   A woman sits at a kitchen table, sipping chamomile tea and reading a book. The dishes have been rinsed, the counters and sink cleared, the dishwasher hums. Outside the window over the sink, the night is…

Read More