By: Don I ran into Chicago Union Station about 10 minutes before my train was set to depart for St. Louis. I’d overslept. Two months into retirement, I still hadn’t gotten into a new sleep rhythm. I was one of…
By: Flora Jardine It’s a common fairy-tale theme — imprisonment in a tower — and a common true-life tale of city life today, a dark one and Tom was living it, although he didn’t think of it in literary terms…
By: Elaine Lennon Leonard Higgins was an honest man. Modest, middle-aged, unassuming, non-descript. A quiet kind of a man. A man who operated at a very low velocity. The kind of man you’d never notice. A family man. His wife…
By Dawn DeBraal Kennedy Hyde sat across the table from her boyfriend, Sam Colbert. They’d been dating for eight months, and things were going well. “So next week is your birthday.” Sam brought up the subject. “Don’t remind me. I…
By: Bruce Levine Dear Reader,I believe that all life should be lived between forty and sixty. Of course I don’t mean that the human life span should be between forty and sixty, heaven forbid, but that the accompaniment to a…
By: David Patten Daybreak, water the color of slate. A lone figure stands in contemplation, close enough to the river that its current splashes over her boots. This stretch of the Niagara resides in the commonplace, revealing nothing of the…
By: David Patten Amaya can’t suppress a wry smile. An item of gossip has reached her. It seems there are those intent on labeling her a witch. Such an archaic term, unused for centuries, its connotation pejorative. Amaya ponders that…
By Jacob Austin Danny hadn’t visited his father in almost two years, but not by choice. He had moved several states over to take a job with a residential development company, and his busy work schedule made travel next to…
By Rich Elliott I, Brother Nicholas, your most humble servant, submit this narrative on Holy Thursday, in the year of our Lord fifteen hundred and thirty-two, at the request of Abbot Anthony, our most Holy Father, who wishes a record…
By: Bruce Levine As Hurricane Irma approached, our dog, Daisy, and I sat on the porch of our apartment waiting and watching as the wind increased. The original forecast had been a direct hit on Delray Beach, Florida, but Irma…