In the kitchen, Leta puts on dishwashing gloves, pulls a plastic bag from under the sink. In the backyard twilight, she scoops the cat carcass up, dumps it in the bag. The intestines coil at the bottom like a glistening snake. Behind her, Jack shifts in his pen, catching the scent of blood again, and she hisses at him, a warning. She ties the bag tight, shivers, holds it to her chest. Where to put it now? … more
Tag Archives: Fathers and Daughters
Merry Xmas, OK?
FICTION by Sheldon BirnieThis year Chappy resolved to show his daughter what Christmas was all about. They’d do it together, like a real goddamn family.… more
Good Luck, Harriet (Not That You Need It)
FICTION by Steve Lambert“Look, it’s complicated, and you wouldn’t understand. Don’t ruin our fledgling friendship with too many questions, Jack. It’s all so tedious.”… more
Legacy
FICTION by Katherine FallonI rotated my hips outward, pretending to be a dancer, and did a sloppy arabesque, showing my striped underwear to the mirror. I held myself there, distorted and wobbly, and noted how far my body could bend on its own. I stared and stared, and, like saying a word so many times it no longer sounds like a word, I became less and less human to myself.… more
