Short Story

Joan Tick drawings by Maude Black -

I want to raise emus on the bayou—a place unchanged since Twain wrote about its uncommon and mysterious nature. I want to catch catfish...

Holly Flauto Salmon -

I watched the road, the lines, the median, and the trees. I drove beside a bicyclist, and I could feel the steering wheel wanting...

Lisa Locascio Nighthawk -

On 420 a guy in a pink bathrobe and magenta boxers runs up and down the bleachers at Ridgeland holding a baseball bat over...

Lee Kvern -

Atticus’ future girl was the one in the white sailor hat, the tight, dark clothing, melancholy look about her tenuous jaw, the fragile pink...

Michael Turner -

Though it was never his intention, drugs had made him a wealthy man. When he was younger, he wanted to...

Andrew Kaufman -

1 The woman who couldn’t keep her feelings to herself The limousine taking Rebecca Reynolds and Lewis Taylor to the funeral had stalled in...

Alex Leslie -

He falls asleep on a beach in the city’s elbow and night blows newspapers over him. In...

Elizabeth Warren -

I woke with a start but lay still, waiting for my quickened breathing to slow, the hairs on my arms to settle. Crisp new...

Teri Vlassopoulos -

When I emerged from the forest I was six years old, all tangled hair and scabby legs. Skinny. Everything had been so blurry, a...

John Brandon -

The name of the lot was COOS AUTO BROKERS and the motto was Good Cars—Good People. Joyce used her weight to open the...