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Being the Murdered Extra by Cathy Ulrich

May 17, 2019

  The thing about being the murdered extra is you set the plot in motion. You were a girl good at walking past cameras, background girl, corner-of-the-frame girl. Never-held-a-script girl, went-where-the-director-said girl. You’ll be found in an alley, it’s always…

Details from… by Maria Kenny

April 5, 2019

  Kay folded her arms and looked across the table at her husband. The young woman peeled potatoes at the sink. Kay had told Sarah there was to be no home help, she could mind her own husband. “I like…

Twelve-Step Program for Quitting My Life by Kristen M. Ploetz

March 8, 2019

  1 Work the cold meat from the last bone. Still numb from the fight, I eat Gil’s leftovers. He ordered his usual two dozen of Blazin’ Hot. Bastard. He knows habanero burns my gums. Lick the buffalo sauce off…

Lasso by Essie J. Chambers

February 8, 2019

  It’s the summer before third grade, and I’m not allowed to play in the front yard anymore. Mamma says it’s because of the heat, but I know it’s about the police cars that circle our house like sharks. The…

Eating Strawberries with Strangers by Pia Ghosh-Roy

November 30, 2018

  I was walking with the broken pieces of my day in a thin cloth bag when I saw them sitting by the river, three women with the sun setting on their hair. They were eating strawberries, drinking rosé in…

Flash from City by the Sea by Doug Ramspeck

November 16, 2018

  Doppelganger   In his dreams the people of the city are ghosts. The writer is walking down a crowded sidewalk, but the pedestrians around him are made of mist or smudges of light or dust. They speak in the…

Fire / The Haunting / My Debt Collector by Brenda Peynado

November 2, 2018

  Fire   When I was eight years old, I watched a fire leap over the forest in glowing arcs and the men in my family battle it away. The fire had taken out farms on the panhandle for a…

A Little Like Hope by Jason Jackson

October 19, 2018

O was twenty-nine when he died, and now he lives in my head. He says it’s like swimming. He can’t breathe. “You don’t have to,” I say. “You’re dead.” But he just sighs. At first, there was a lot of…

The Deepest Part of the Lake by John Haggerty

August 24, 2018

The most exciting thing that ever happened around town was when they found out that Russian mobsters from LA had been dumping bodies in the lake. It was the bridge, arcing gracefully out over the narrowest but deepest section of…

Parenthood by J. M. Tyree

February 23, 2018

I got laid off from the realty company, and then the foreclosure followed hard. Reya absorbed the shocks better than me. She was still working, managing the liquor store. She was the one who found us a new place to…