By: Brian ScottThe first thing Katrin did was announce herself. She did it in the foyer outside the men’s room, the moment Martin and I brushed shoulders: a sweetness with a skin on it, like warm milk left standing. “Is…
By: Gregory Ballinger Peter Doyle opened his work emails and sipped his coffee, a morning ritual he had honed into a fine art. Scanning through his messages, he noticed an obscure spam email that had somehow slipped through the net…
By: Suman Mondal He was waiting inside the bar. He knew I would come and sit with him. We usually do this. I hardly get time to drink at home; my family always keeps their austere eyes on my life,…
By Peter Aronson There was no reason why this day would not simply be marvelous, no reason at all. It was the first full day of Elmira’s and Herman’s 40th wedding anniversary trip, a trip a year in the making…
By: Don Tassone “So what do you do?” she said. “I write books,” he said. “What kind of books?” “The kind that nobody buys, filled with stories that nobody reads.” “So why do you write?” “Because writing brings me joy.”…
By Benjamin Cameron Davis Jr. Joe and I lay in our beds waiting for Nurse Betty to bring us Jell-O. The room never fully settled into silence. I could hear the low hum of the lamp, the turning of pages,…
By: Leon Kortenkamp “Officer, he drove his car right into mine. That’s all you need to know.” “I was pushing down on the armrest with my left elbow and on the center console with my right hand to raise myself…
By: Todd Mercer Yes, I do live in my helicopter. Let me address that right off. People sure enjoy being judgemental about that situation. Nobody understands how it happened, but they have plenty of thoughts to share about it anyway….
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg My home was littered with cats. There was Susan, Fluffy, Marigold, Tucker, Arwen, Denny, Nearly Spotted, Tito, Moonshadow, and Larry. Except, Tito had gone missing. I frowned as I scratched a mosquito bite on my right…
By: Tim Boiteau While waiting in her unfinished kitchen for the coffee to percolate, Anna Debeer’s eyes tracked across the peeling corn-colored laminate countertop, over all the cardboard boxes brimming with gadgets and mugs and spices, when the dream she’d…