What’s Next? by J.D. Fratto
What’s Next? by J.D. Fratto The street is more uphill than I had anticipated. No matter; walking is what I do. About five yards behind me are two chatty ‘Twenty Somethings’. The brunette is...
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Surkow’s Fantasy by Mark SaFranko
Surkow’s Fantasy by Mark SaFranko Tuesday. Pete Surkow checked himself in the bathroom mirror like he did every day. He tilted his head a little this way, then a little that way. Not...
Bernie House by David Castlewitz
Bernie House by David Castlewitz As president of Bernie House, Walt Diablo had a lot to lose if he got caught with contraband. That made him well suited for the mission, he reasoned, as...
Chess in Hanoi by Gary Ives
Chess in Hanoi by Gary Ives This is about my cousin Gordon who grew up rough. Nobody, including his mother Thelma, knew for certain who his father was, only that he was black. Sadly,...
Miller’s Junction by Julian Grant
Miller’s Junction by Julian Grant Ned Miller hated how the room still stank of her death. He’d forever think of the lavender air freshener she insisted he spray every hour to cut back on...
Doctor Faircloth, EdD by Steve Slavin
Doctor Faircloth, EdD by Steve Slavin Elizabeth was a born self-promoter. By the time she started kindergarten, she had already figured out that the trick to getting ahead was to just tell people what...
The Fafank by Dillon Eliassen
The Fafank by Dillon Eliassen The other eulogists had stood at the lectern away from bisnonna Marie’s casket, but I took my turn standing near her; I wished to speak to bisnonna Marie as...
The Twin That Wasn’t by Zaitouna Kusto
The Twin That Wasn’t by Zaitouna Kusto Reza was the twin that survived and so he was an only child. His sister, who would have been named Rula, died inside their mother. Nevertheless, Reza...
The Two-Tailed Monster by Abhirup Dutta
The Two-Tailed Monster by Abhirup Dutta The nightmares began three days after Ishani moved from India to Kyoto. She found herself moving through narrow straight roads, with traditional Machiya-style houses, adorned with paper-lanterns. She...
A burger and a bourbon will be fine by Malky McEwan
A burger and a bourbon will be fine by Malky McEwan “Busy?” “No,” my default answer. When you need the money, you need the money. “What you got?” “Simple job, man. Come meet me...