On Opening Day of the 2007 season, Del headed east in a Toyota Corolla stolen from long-term parking at McCarran International Airport. He had four hundred thousand dollars of Mob money in the trunk, a forged driver’s license, and his single prized possession: an October 22, 1960, issue of The New Yorker signed by John Updike and Ted Williams.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
The Effigy
FICTION by Luca CampagnoliThe boy is not actually a boy, of course. It’s a metaphorical thing. He is too young to be the man and too old to be the child. It’s an arrested development.… more
No One’s Gonna Drag You Up
FICTION by Jeff ChonBrogan prayed Hailee wouldn’t take on his father’s moral and spiritual weakness, his step-mother’s willfulness, prayed she would someday find a man like Leonard, who would cure her of the modern world’s stupidity and cruelty.… more
The Hole
FICTION by Shelby RaebeckWhen his parents kicked him out of the house, saying they could not abide the path he had chosen, what had always been a hunch hardened into firm knowledge, the very idea of paths, of one thing leading to another, being nothing more than something folks concocted to make themselves feel better, nothing more than puffery.… more
Unnamed Storms
FICTION by Franz Jørgen NeumannHe knows she would never allow him into her life, but he dreams of her tripping into his: reveling in sloth on her days off, doing nothing but eating, napping, surfing the web, masturbating to porn, binging TV—the rewards for making it through another week’s shifts.… more
West
FICTION by Brett PuryearShe hoped that Jack might finally tell her something new, maybe even reveal some forthcoming thing, like a portent. A vision as terrifyingly clear as the western sun. But neither of them possessed a knack for seeing the future.… more
Babel
FICTION by Jason EscarenoWe were the boys in the corduroy pants, but that made too much sense! We needed to confuse people, like God confused Babel, we confused our parents, our teachers.… more
Spiral
FICTION by Kelli Dianne RuleShe spits through lips painted green. She means disrespect but I see DNA. In spit is a stamp that can clone or convict you. I suppose that an artist’s work, to its maker, does both. I can understand the desire for distance.… more
A Wife Who Turned Into A Fish
FICTION by CS GonzalezAfter 40 years of marriage, Charles’s wife turned into a fish.… more
The Old Square
FICTION by Corey MertesTwo months after he lost his job teaching algebra at St. James Preparatory School for Boys, and one month after his wife left with the kids and the cash and the car, Clem built a bonfire.… more
