The two shots were exactly how the newscasters described it that day. There was no sequence of one following the other, nor a riveting minutia whence bullets rang out proper. It just was.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
Racing Stripes
FICTION by Don FosterI don’t take offense because I don’t remember my mother, but it wouldn’t matter anyway because Brandon weighs about two of me, and I’m not much of a scrapper. I pop the tab and take a long pull. I drag my forearm across my top lip. “Just because Taco Bell has a breakfast menu,” I tell him, “doesn’t mean you should take advantage of it.”… more
Marriage
FICTION by Mark RogersIt’s a quiet moment in Mexico. There are always a few such moments of total silence dispersed throughout the afternoon. Other times it’s the sound of the water pump grinding into action, or snatches of banda music, children’s voices. One thing after another. But it’s quiet right now—uncomfortably so.… more
Another Way To Be
FICTION by Harrison KimArno thought this cannot go on forever, it’s our fourth date and she seems happy, though the sun is hot on the back of my neck. So he strengthened his willpower, kept things steady, despite the traffic distractions and her weight. They looked into each other’s eyes and Mandy asked, “Am I too heavy?”… more
Natural Selection
FICTION by Shannon ShreibakI don’t usually hitch a ride with strangers, especially ones I’m about to allow inside me. But the right combination of sleeplessness and alcohol can persuade me to make some compromises, and tonight, I’m feeling particularly weak-willed.… more
Couple Skate
FICTION by Dixon SpeakerAnd as I sat down on one of those curved orange seats you can’t find any place but a place like this I thought about how much can happen in the span of a Mariah Carey song.… more
The Guest
FICTION by Lawrence ZielinskiHe fell, as if in slow motion, like watching a movie. If I had moved quickly I could have stopped his fall. But I didn’t move quickly. I didn’t move at all. I stood and watched.… more
My Body is My Own Canvas
FICTION by Carella KeilThe skies, are so open in November, ribcages with no souls, I can look straight up and see heaven. I never saw any red leaves that fall. Maybe it was a sign. I would later see so much red.… more
Sisters, Lovers
FICTION by Steve PasseyHe always smelled a little of the rendering plant’s particular post-mortem, and of cigarettes, and the smell lingered in his wake. He only smoked at the plant, on breaks. Everyone in the rendering business smokes. They all have the same reason.… more
The Second Bounce
FICTION by Corinne Cordasco-PakA thousand lost dogs turn up at their families’ doorsteps. Three hundred babies are born wailing, healthy, and whole. Yes. Every successful pass, every blocked shot is an affirmatively answered prayer for Tony and the Sires.… more
