WARMTH • by Kristine Gill
On the morning Bill Somers put his dog down, I was not on my porch. Most mornings I sit with tea in hand watching as the sun crests Bolduc Hill and the cool night air takes on a warm, heavy… Continue Reading
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A NEW LEAF • by Frances Silversmith
Marya stared at the whitish-yellow coffee beans in front of her, shoulders hunched. “Try again,” Dad snapped. Marya bit the inside of her lip. She was trying, but her coffee beans stayed stubbornly un-fermented. She’d never be a proper coffee… Continue Reading
THE LEANING MAN • by Stephen V. Ramey
The leaning man — I will not use his real name in this report — suffers an unusual deformation of the ankle-foot joint. Rather than rising straight from the heel, his ankles bend sideways, causing him to list significantly to… Continue Reading
CYRIL MACK AND THE VERY COLD CUP OF TEA • by Kevin Shamel
I’d just returned from the Himalayas and was brewing tea. The kettle whistled. The doorbell rang. I poured water into my mug, on top of a bag of Hairy Guy in the Tea Bush tea. The bell rang again. I… Continue Reading
STOLEN KISS • by Michelle Klein
You stole my kiss goodnight. Listen. This is how it happened: Every night I closed my eyes and dreamed of angels watching over me, knowing me, loving me, longing for that connection of humanity and holiness that only dreams can… Continue Reading