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  • Nineteen – Alice Wilson

    The sun sets as he rides in the back of his father’s car, headphones on. Nineteen minutes past six. Clair de Lune plays in his ears. Always a favourite of his. The…

  • On the inside – Alice Wilson

    It was November and the city within the city was silent. The people were using the winter’s violent bite as an excuse to stay indoors, safe from the fake outside. But there…

  • Leftovers – Nina Schuyler

    A tray of leftover drum sticks, mashed potatoes and a pencil drawing of a nude woman—this is what I find sitting on the hallway rug of the hotel room next to mine.…

  • The Mosquito’s Blood – Allyson Whipple

    After a rainy summer, the mosquito population was thriving. The population was so dense, they formed clouds in the garden at sunset. A young woman was fond of spending the evening in…

  • Hard Coal – Terry Sanville

    Two sisters climb the mine road that disappears into the hills above Cumbola, Pennsylvania. Their breaths smoke in the early light as they struggle through waist-deep snowdrifts. The wind tears at their…

  • Kathmandu – Debora C. Martin

    The baby lay still on the sidewalk, eyes closed, and the woman patted his cheek with force.  She was almost slapping him.  On every other day, the woman sat with the baby,…

  • God In Second Class – Rick Forbess

    The two nuns chatted in Dutch, puffing and tapping ashes into trays built into the seat arms.  The younger favored exhaling through her nostrils, the older from her mouth, slightly tilting her…

  • The Boonbringer – Clay Sparkman

    The problem is, how do you explain it to people? I’ll tell you. What have I got to lose? I think for a hobby. There you go. That’s it! Well, that isn’t…

  • Last Remains – Catherine Moore

    She begins at five in the morning to make the dead man’s doughnuts. This is the only domesticity she can add to these morbid moments; sweet in the face of neglected steel,…

  • A Man Called Rip – Catherine Moore

    There came a point when my father could no longer contain the loss. His nights filled in dreams of the end, and once awoken he’d wander off to share the horror with…