Fiction

RE:BIRTH

Amita Basu

All day I’ve struggled not to remember that day, but my cramp has been building, and I sit clutching my belly. I confront my dinner, seeking the culprit: another thing to eliminate.

My coffee’s decaf. (Decaf is safest after heart surgery, so I’m hoping it’ll help prevent heart surgery.) No dairy. (When I was five, I had diarrhea after a pint of ice-cream: I might be lactose-intolerant.) White bread-and-vegan-mayo sandwiches. (Grandma has high cholesterol.)

Nothing left to eliminate: everything that could hurt me is already gone.

All day I’ve kept […]

RE:BIRTH2023-01-06T14:15:48+00:00

Courage Anniversary

Amita Basu

I stroll down the promenade and onto the bridge. This one is closed to automobiles.

Between its dead-gray embankments, the river glows noon-gold. I’ve seen the river at its source: young, leaping motion-mad. Here, near its mouth, matured into inertia, the river drifts.  Over the river, past me this balmy June Sunday, people jog, stroll, power-walk, and bicycle. Dog-walkers discipline the curiosity out of their dogs with smart little leash tugs. Old couples, combining constitutionals with treat-shopping, have finally found all the time in the world.

The breeze river-cooled, […]

Courage Anniversary2023-01-06T14:16:43+00:00

The Old Mansion

Anita Ronchini

and what i want to know is

how do you like your blue-eyed boy

Mister Death

Buffalo Bill’s, E.E. Cummings

He was panting as he walked his bike along the steep path leading to the dilapidated mansion at the top of the hills. The black bike was his father’s, who bought it shortly after Marcus’s birth. Riding with his father was […]

The Old Mansion2022-12-29T17:02:39+00:00

The Good It

Bryana Lorenzo

My friend, Stacy, once asked why I feared the bad boy—the rebel without a cause who took a drag of a cigarette in the school parking lot. Why I feared the bruises and the burn scars. Why I feared a project. Stacy asked how I could ever fall in love with a beautiful boy if I couldn’t withstand tragedy. My friend wanted a beautiful boy, needed one so much she took AP Psychology just to understand the neurons of his brain. My friend asked when I’d fall for my beautiful […]

The Good It2023-01-05T16:45:58+00:00

No daisy, no grass

Lucie Culerrier

I was leaving Japan soon. Something in my bones was telling me it was time. The meals had started to taste sour. The sunrises felt shorter and fainter. My feet longed for familiarity and rest. I had become too acquainted with Tokyo’s intricate streets. Each neighborhood so different from the other that my initial surprise and discovery had now made me overwhelmed with choice. I decided to go south before leaving. My mind was made. I would visit Hiroshima.

The air […]

No daisy, no grass2023-01-08T16:16:20+00:00

Comatose

M. Blain-Hartung

Y-E-S.

Holy Mother of Mercy, I’ve actually pulled it off.

My fingers trembled as I hovered above the pale man, lying prone and completely still. Alive but not living, frozen in a deep coma. A human shell: the skin and bones, sinew and flesh, of what remained from a horrific motor vehicle accident four years past. But no — no, this was no longer quite the truth. That same human shell had just responded.

Comatose2022-12-29T16:47:09+00:00

Warm Drives

Quin Willets

You’re stuck on Union Turnpike. The red stoplight glares in the darkness, projecting its authority like rays from the sun.

There are cars in front of you, behind you, and to the right of you, all packed between the white lines painted on the road.

Your left is open; there’s no traffic on the other side of the street. It must be nice to drive that way.

Your thought is interrupted; your heart […]

Warm Drives2022-12-29T16:10:25+00:00

Portrait in Blue

V.A. Bettencourt

I’m jolted awake by a banging noise and a flashlight beaming into my tent.

“Hello, it’s the police, you need to come out,” an impatient voice announces.

I stumble out of the tent, heart racing, head still foggy from sleep. “What’s the matter?” I murmur.

“Are those your things over there, ma’am?” he asks, pointing to the suitcase and duffel bag next to my tent.

“Yes sir.”

Portrait in Blue2022-12-29T16:13:15+00:00

Land’s End

Kate Hunneyball

I saw the job listing taped to a lamppost at Land’s End. It seemed like a strange place for an ad, but I figured they must be trying to catch people at their lowest, right before they jumped off the cliffs. And I was definitely at my lowest. After four months of unemployment, I was about ready to apply for a job in telesales. So, when I saw the flyer that read “Human Sacrifice urgently needed. £12 an hour”, I couldn’t believe my luck. £12 is way […]

Land’s End2022-12-29T15:54:11+00:00

After

Perdita Stott

Karl had an obsessive need for quiet. 

Mary felt her eyes lingering on his face, cold now after years of silence. It had been a handsome face. Once upon a time, the strong chin and high cheekbones had seemed chiselled, manly. Now everything about him was a hard edge, jutting and serious.  

“It’s going to rain,” she offers up a useless observation as a means of breaking the stifling silence at the breakfast table. 

He nods once in acknowledgement before turning his attention back […]

After2022-12-29T15:54:19+00:00
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