Literary Yard

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Year: 2020

Dippy’s Last Show

By Dawn DeBraal Samuel Marsh smoothed the white paint on his face as he stood in the mirror of his motorhome. He was preparing for the birthday party, wishing he could cancel, but it was too late. He tried calling…

Fortune

By Ramprasath Rengasamy      I worked as a computer engineer in one of the fortune 500 multinational companies. I was not married. As I was bored at home, I had stepped out to have a long ride on the highway…

Khosh’ard

By: Saman Rizvi “Ooonee…twoooo…Thileeee…thileeeee” Shehla is counting and assorting her pebbles in the garden; a microcosm of Khosh’ard that sleeps cozily snugging bleak fences to her left. To her right lies the pot half-filled with pebbles and a few of…

Covid City Blues

By: Adam Kluger It will end someday…but I probably won’t be around to see that thought Eldred Chambarlee. 90+ days in self-quarantine can make a man think. Think about his mortality. His mistakes. His loved ones. His courage or lack…

Sexual Healing

By: Adam Kluger It wasn’t a lifetime but 37 years was a good stretch of time.  After a particularly vivid dream where the two spoke again finally, and connected intimately in the lobby of the apartment building he grew up…

Making Your Mark

By: Jeremiah Minihan          If he was writing this as a story, he would call it “The Homecoming”. But, George Flannery chuckled, that title had been used many times before. He knew that he would not be writing the story…