Fiction

Frankie Carter – Pushover

Pushover When Will’s mother died, it took them a month to find his father. Ty Stewart was a tall, broad-shouldered fellow with the same riotous coffee-colored curls as Will; he was in the wine business, he said, Married, but his wife lived in France. He looked at his son a bit warily, but he tried. […]

Vincent Chu – Rhubarb Pie

Rhubarb Pie The walls of his cubicle are particularly low. Ruben sits at his desk, his cornmeal oxford shirt crinkled and untucked at the hips, his white crew socks showing, his coiled black hair flattened on one side, glinting with the kind of rich, human shine you only get from not showering for three or […]

David Gialanella – Her Own Room

Her Own Room The man stood at the window.  The sun was melting crimson onto the tree line, but instead he pecked at his phone with furrowed brow.   The woman sat in a chair, overaggressive springs prodding upward beneath the vinyl.  Her soles fused to the floor, tacky and gleaming with disinfectant.   She rested her […]

Will Walawender – The Bird Suicide Grounds of Jatinga, India

The Bird Suicide Grounds of Jatinga, India Every year in the small town of Jatinga, India, birds fly in from all over the world to kill themselves and tourists come to watch. It’s been going on for a hundred years, scientists say, in the months of September and October when the ground is still moist […]

Jayanthi Rangan – The Big Picture

The Big Picture Sylvie was barely six when her mother’s hand purposely blocked her face from seeing the horrendous sight of papa being taken away by the police. Through a narrow chink between her mother’s pinky and the ring finger, Sylvie’s questions poured out silently: Where was Papa going? Will he be back to take […]

Lindsay Brader – Glance/The Other Side

Glance/The Other Side Right now, you’re in India teaching English. Later, you won’t be. Last week, he was just another student who didn’t know the difference between us and them and going and gone, until yesterday, when after everyone else left the room, he wrote a Telugu word on the blackboard and looked at you. […]

H.E. Saunders – Dry

Dry In a morbid way he wished it were raining. It only seemed right that if he was mourning someone so beautiful, everything else breathing should too. The air, the earth, the sky, everything alive should be mourning with him. The sunshine that lightly warmed his perfectly black suit itched and angered him. Head bowed, […]

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