Terms and Conditions

By Brianna Abbott Stan Jackson hadn’t moved in about three days, unless you count wheeling his desk chair into the kitchen as moving. He tried to ignore the large, dark circles under his eyes whenever he glanced at his reflection in the computer screen. Sleep would have to wait; he had a project for Financial [...]

Terms and Conditions 2017-12-18T22:18:10+00:00

The End – Montauk

By Jessica Stilling At the beach, near the ocean, she can only bring herself to eat shellfish. And the techno music, the Hamptonites, they are not her scene. “Women are always talking about it, going into the sea. You know, like The Awakening.” She teaches English at a college on Long Island. “Oh yeah”, he [...]

The End – Montauk 2017-12-18T22:12:14+00:00

Hydrophobia

By Seamus Mullin She could not shower for three days because the water made her nervous. It was a fever of the brain. It was a complete loss of control. If not for the letters, she would have forgotten her own name. She waited along the route of the heroes’ parade to see her soldier [...]

Hydrophobia 2017-12-18T22:49:46+00:00

Best Damn Driver

by Ben Shani Across the monitor in delayed succession the new deliveries specifics sputter out: Address, order, estimated time of arrival, and or if there are any special sides. I’m first in line to take the next batch, three or four I lug in a worn-out bag and race around town, mapping out the quickest [...]

Best Damn Driver 2017-12-18T22:32:51+00:00

Sundays

By Sophie Dess This was when I’d lie transfixed by the light that only came on Sundays, with my small body wrapped in a quilt cocoon, my head pressed against the pillow and eyes open and eager. I’d study the pale green of my walls, lit in that tender, rustic way. Lit in a light [...]

Sundays 2017-12-15T20:30:44+00:00

Flecked Tile

By Logan Shafer Read somewhere that women sequester apricot-sized pockets of stress in our buttocks. And that must be why she’s taking particular care down, say, where no one has ever paid such attention outside of those most irrepressible flings. But even then no because it’s not exactly copacetic with the way things happen when [...]

Flecked Tile 2017-12-15T20:26:35+00:00

Notes from Underground: Revisited Reflections

And I wish you never made love to me like you wanted to breathe me in like air, gulping me like milk dripping from strands of hair. Whatever. I don’t really care. Today I only taste those nights in New England on MBTA trains in autumn. The Providence to Boston line in November, when [...]

Notes from Underground: Revisited Reflections 2017-12-15T20:26:41+00:00

This Is How Your Life Begins

By Geeta Tewari September 11, 2001, 12:01 a.m.: your twenty-first birthday. Also, International Day of Peace, according to the United Nations. You knock on Ethan’s door and ask if you can lie next to him. This is your senior year at Cornell University, and you remind yourself that now, today, you’re officially an [...]

This Is How Your Life Begins 2017-12-15T20:26:45+00:00

The Legacy of the Female Factory

By Sharon Willdin The Nurse’s Home, situated at the rear of Parramatta Hospital, stands four levels high against the banks of the river. The Registrar leads me up the stairs to the second floor and down a polished concrete corridor, full of unoccupied rooms. “This is the lounge.” It smells of cigarette smoke, has two [...]

The Legacy of the Female Factory 2017-12-15T20:27:07+00:00