TO LIVE AGAIN • by Clint Lowe
I glance at the photograph of my wife, then step outside ready to meet the other woman. Rain pours onto the roof of my porch sounding an accusing hum. Rain. Is that a sign? It was raining the day I… Continue Reading
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SOLDIER REASSEMBLING • by Clint Lowe
If he were to die, it seemed wrong he had to do so on the dirt. But he did. Nolan died on Iraq sand, leg blown off from a landmine. “My leg. My leg’s gone, John,” he said, eyes so… Continue Reading
ANOTHER BUM FROM THE NEIGHBORHOOD • by Clint Lowe
Another bum from the neighborhood. Not me, no way. The only peeps for me are the successful, the heroes, heroes in suits, in shades, in shiny new Mercedes, the ones who work hard and never live ordinary but fight, ache,… Continue Reading
HOVER TURTLES • by Clint Lowe
Dad points with his sword he won’t let me touch. “See those rocks in the river, Roy?” The boulders sit in the middle of the kingdom’s river. “The slimy grime balls.” Dad peers at my hair that resembles a buffalo’s… Continue Reading
WEIRD PETS • by Clint Lowe
As soon as Miss Kate left detention class for the toilet, Edelle scrambled over to Leah. “Flippidy books,” Edelle said, and flung Leah’s hardbacks from her desk, spreading them on the ground. Jaryd sat cowering in his seat, drawing squiggly… Continue Reading
THE BEST PUNCH • by Clint Lowe
A red glove pummelled Jake’s ribs, then another socked his chin before the bell went ‘ding’ with him still standing. Like every muscle in Jake’s body, his head now throbbed to its own rasping beat. The exuberant cheers of the… Continue Reading
BEYOND THE WORDS • by Clint Lowe
Fred sighed and rubbed the ball of fire in his lower back and opened the door. In the short term losing the job could be good for his back, no more hunching at a desk all day, but long term?… Continue Reading