by Karen Winters Schwartz “Drive me,” Alveta said to her mom while she ate Sugar Pops with the fresh milk Daddy had just brought in from the barn. Her mom’s mouth was hidden by the rim of a coffee cup and all Alveta received in response was the...
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by Claire Matturro “Hey, Birdie, let’s go to Atlanta,” my cousin Rose said over lunch. “I need to run an errand.” She jumped up, yanked open her junk drawer, tugged out a Tupperware box, and dropped it on the table. Crisp green $100 bills...
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by Karissa Laurel Late in the morning I find Terren in our palm tree shelter, packing his few possessions: his bone knife; a collection of coral carved into various whale poses; a square of cloth he uses as a blanket on rare, cool evenings; a...
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by Michael Meyerhofer Never answer the door when it’s raining. In fact, if your goal is to get away from the noisy bustle of Lyos (not to mention the reek of the Dark Quarter) by moving to a little cabin on the plains, miles from anything that...
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by Gail Cleare – 2015 – Whately, MA Landscape,Clean, cold and simple.Interrupted only by two dogsStanding nose-to-nose,Tails like apostrophes,No line betweenWhite roofs white sky. Frustrated catsCling to the curtains and cry.Windows frame a...
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by Brett McKay (Drawing by Mason McKay) Zane stepped into the crowded living room and stood next to two men in white suits. Jenkins was a tall, broad shouldered man, and his partner, Dallas, was shorter. Men and women packed the small house. Most...
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by John L. DeBoer Ice points form on my mustache, Vapor breath is labored. I put one cramponed foot ahead, Then rest before the next: A steady rhythm, moving up, Can’t yet see the summit. Ice ax ready just in case The leader or I fall...
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A When We’re Thirty Story by Casey Dembowski Hannah slid her tray into the spot next to her roommate’s and surveyed the crowd in the cafeteria. It was packed, the area buzzing with excitement—Greek Life recruitment had just started. The...
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by Brian S. Leon Libya, February 2011 He had been waiting in the austere presidential office to see the dictator for over an hour, but time was something of which he had plenty. He didn’t even mind the oppressive North African heat or the overly...
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by Scott Bell Javier Lazano arrived for the interview earlier than he wanted, but later than he expected. The door hissed open and he stepped inside. Men packed the waiting room. Wall-to-wall males, configured in every shape, color, and size, all...
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by Barbara Conrey Nowhere Near Goodbye Deleted Thanksgiving Scene Note: One of the first things my content editor suggested was to change my manuscript from a two-person point-of-view (Kate and Emma) to a single point-of-view (Emma)...
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by Claire Matturro My Father Tells a Story Four generations of us had crowded my brother’s farmhouse in the rural black belt of Alabama and the living room still smelled of roasted turkey and pumpkin pie. We were sitting about in various chairs...
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