Visiting Aunt Dorothy by Matthew Davies

When I met Dorothy in the dayroom, I did my best to hide my astonishment. To put it mildly, she’d changed. Her cheeks were jowly now. The skin on her face was made up of rosy patches surrounded by doughy blanched patches. Red spindly veins stitched these patches together. Her mouth was reduced to a... Continue Reading →

Best Boots I Ever Ate by Steven Levi

Church Choir Willie was a master of the profane. His vocabulary was limited and thus the words that he used were few but they were, nonetheless, expressive. Quite expressive. He could singe the bark off a lodge pole pine and be into the wood grain before he finished the sentence. Only Nellie the Pig could... Continue Reading →

An Insomniac’s Story by Mark Tulin

It’s 3 a.m. Another day of guilt. Another night of restlessness. I’m lying in bed while your story keeps me awake. It started when I heard you had the virus, and that you might not recover. I felt sorry that your life would be passing any moment, tragically, much sooner than we all expected. Tossing... Continue Reading →

The Express by Steve Carr

Steam shot out of the radiator as Julian loosened the cap. He stepped back from the car and wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. The hot wind battered him with dirt and pieces of prairie grass. He licked his parched lips and kicked at the rust-colored dirt road with the... Continue Reading →

Frequency by Claire Johnson

It was a rainy afternoon and a woman strolled into the Best-Buy. She wore a red rain-slicked poncho with black spots. It was another slow Thursday and she was the most exciting thing to come through the doors today; some of the staff joked she looked like a ladybug in her poncho. The little ladybug... Continue Reading →

Marsha’s Comet by Amanda Smith

“JERRY!” Marsha screamed out of the front kitchen window. She thought it would be best for dramatics given the sharp angling of the shutters. She realized smugly that her choice was correct, thank you very much, when her husband of forty years turned from his tractor seat to flip her the bird. “Marsha, for crying... Continue Reading →

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