THE DARK • by Yancy Caruthers
The Dark was long this time, but just like that, it was gone. The first time The Dark was short, and not all that dark. I forgot all about it, because I met Louise right after it went away. I… Continue Reading
Literary
IN HER EYES • by Lynn Vroman
The view from the seventh floor is impressive. Tiny ants crawl over each other heading home from work, picking up their kids at daycare, or meeting spouses for dinner, no doubt. So average and mundane they are — so ordinary.… Continue Reading
FOREVER BERRIES • by Oonah V Joslin
Red patent leather winks out from the central window of the store. On the left uniformed dummy-girls wear pleated gymslips, bound with fixed girdles of red or green or blue. One is uncomfortably bumfled up in an unseasonable Burberry. On… Continue Reading
MONOLOGUES • by Alexander Burns
Angela sat across from him, beautiful in her weird, skinny, features-all-too-long way. Comedian beautiful. He thought about her hips and spun his coffee cup in a little ring of its own guts. She hadn’t touched her plate of breakfast tacos.… Continue Reading
IN FLIGHT • by Ryan Shiroma
Early that morning, they boarded a plane that would fly them to their daughter’s college graduation in Spokane, Washington. They carefully stowed their carry-ons in an overhead compartment and slid down their row. He eased himself into the middle seat… Continue Reading
LIFE RUNNING BY • by Karoline Barrett
At first you run on, warm sweat trickling between your breasts. It doesn’t register. Then one day, you notice something out of the corner of your eye. But it flashes by in a blur so quickly you must have imagined… Continue Reading
TOMMY, THROUGH A GLASS • by Sarah Crysl Akhtar
More than forty years, now, and if I knew how to draw I could draw you every detail of the scene. Maybe it was that look he had about him of the young James Coburn, and his perfect timing. Must… Continue Reading
WAITING FOR MARIA • by Anthony Lawrence Gordon
Maria is late. She works at the Gap store in the mall and was supposed to get out a half an hour ago. I am near the mall exit waiting for her. Arms folded, I lean against the black, imitation… Continue Reading
TAG, YOU’RE IT • by Karen Walsh
It happened so suddenly. We were completely unprepared and left with no instructions. Three weeks ago, she broke her ankle. Then, in the night, she couldn’t breathe. At the hospital, they told us our mother suffered a pulmonary embolism and… Continue Reading
FOR TWO • by Paige Zubel
I wanted to ask her why she didn’t love me anymore, but I just asked instead why we were out of soup. I ate it, she said. I was hungry. I knew this was fair. But I was hungry, too.… Continue Reading