Three ducks fly over, a lawnmower growls, and Anson Senior has not yet arrived for the exchange. The exchange is what Meredith actually calls it. In front of people, no matter who is listening.… more
Tag Archives: Divorce
Two Stories
FICTION by Melissa WitcherHe sobbed as he thought of her thick shins and dimpled thighs and how organized she was with paying the bills. He fantasized about how the thick black hair that grew from the right corner of her top lip tickled him when they kissed and how she held him at night.… more
Escape Velocity
FICTION by Stuart K WatsonA part of him was happy to see her. She was hard-wired to scrub. The much bigger part of him was wondering how in the hell she found him.… more
Chalk Outline
FICTION by Patricia Quintana BidarThe downtown lights blazed in the evening air. Slouched behind the wheel, Ismael watched as Loretta’s staff—the few whose physical presence was deemed “essential”—broke at the lobby door and hunched to their cars. Loretta, gone for 15 cold days.… more
Gable Massey Makes a Movie
FICTION by Scott GouldHe wanted to make a movie about love… He didn’t know when to turn the camera off.… more
Yesterday’s Muse
FICTION by Alice K. BoatwrightThe blurb under Jan Anderson’s photo in the Springville High School yearbook said she was on the debate team, sang in the girls’ chorus, and won a prize for writing an essay in French, but the main thing Will Harper remembered about her was her breasts. … more
Visitations
FICTION by M.C. SchmidtIt occurred to him to kiss her on her sleeping check, but he couldn’t shake the thought that the gloss of vodka on his lips would leave a permanent sanitized mark, a bleached, diamond-shaped tag that would mar her face for life. So he closed her door and stumbled down the hall to the kitchen to top himself off.… more
Marriage Laundry
FICTION by Mahdis MarzooghianSam was teetering underneath that fragile leave-stay threshold. She had to make it just past that…… more
Everything Will Be Fine
FICTION by David C. MetzBilly didn’t answer the first call, but the second time his cell phone vibrated on the night stand, he reached for it, pushed himself into a sitting position and answered. The room was dark except for a slat of gray light where the curtain fell open slightly, like a loosened bathrobe. Deborah leaned across and… more
How to Pick Up Beautiful Women
FICTION by Max HippWere instead of are, as if beauty fades with time, which is not what you want a beautiful woman to think about when you are trying to enter her life. You don’t want her thinking about death the way you do. That’s no way to find your Imago.… more
