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He Never Cried

By K. A. Williams Her husband never cried. Not when his dog died. Not even when his grandmother died. Not ever. Paul was reading the newspaper and eating breakfast when the mailman shoved their mail through the slot. Liz picked…

The Shed

By Eric Burbridge             Harris kicked up mosquitoes and rabbits scattered on his way through the high weeds on the side of the shed. He should be ashamed for such neglect. Marilyn mentioned it, but he ignored her. High winds…

The Wine Bottle

By: Bruce Levine I accept who I am – I’m an empty bottle. Is that a metaphor for my life? I ask myself.             I’d just poured two glasses of wine for dinner and finished the bottle and, as I…

The Old Bard’s Tale

By: Henry Felerski Years ago, at this time of day he would have been found carousing, chasing women, or loudly playing music for all to hear. But now, the bard’s dark hair had faded to white and his pristine skin…

Coffee, Please, in a Lovely Cup

By: Ruth Deming After my final sip of awful generic coffee, I donned my cowboy hat with latch at bottom so it wouldn’t topple off, and set out to walk the hilly block. Assiduously I avoided Bob, “the quiet man,”…

Myrna’s Story

By: Raymond Greiner Myrna Davis was born in 1950 into a middle class family and raised in a mid-sized, mid-western town.  Myrna was an exceptionally beautiful child a direct genetic influence of her mother, who was stunningly beautiful.  Myrna’s beauty…

Dreaming Backward

By: Mary Grimm I was someone else, a younger woman who was polite and shy. I was on a family vacation except it was not my family I was looking for a dentist but he had moved out and his…

The Word Unspoken

By: David R. Topper I’ve known her for over a year. A whole year. But I never thought about her that way. Well, really, I hardly ever thought about her at all. Except when I saw her in the store….

No time for heroes

By: Josephine Rudolf She was perfect, no she wasn’t. She was so far beyond that. She was the warm blanket on a rainy day, yet at the same time, if you were a plant, she would be the rain after…

Wishing

By: Laura Stamps Rupert, Myrtle, Glory, Monkey, Puff, Bear, Pretzel, Snickers, and Lockeye. Can you believe it? These names. These dogs. The dogs that belong to the subscribers. Of this dog magazine. But who are these people? I mean, who…