Short Story

Frightland

Mary Breaden -

See, I had this vision in my head of a much cleaner life than this...

Rubicon

Matthew Sullivan -

You are going to kill me. That’s what the guy said to you as you held open the glass door of the office building, letting him...

Where We Are Right Now

Alexandra Kessler -

Ellis and Scott met at the bar of a southern barbecue restaurant on Seventy-Eighth street and second avenue. The place was called Brother Jimmy’s and it...

Fourth of July

R.D. Williams -

In a few weeks, on the Fourth of July, you’ll be in Miami for fireworks and ice cream. Under a smoky sky by the bay,...

Missing Years

Nicholas Mancusi -

We made grilled cheese sandwiches in a skillet on the gas stove and then set right down to the matter of...

Variety and Illusion

Lyndsey Ellis -

Theo found Alex’s house around sunrise and pissed on the porch. He watched steam rise from his splashes on the cobblestone steps, not stopping...

Only Your Own Work

Madhur Anand -

Mother is not the kind to go door-to-door smelling of apple bath gel or primrose cream. She exudes functional odours—antiseptic Dettol, the powdery notes...

Wasted State

Lena Valencia -

It’s the night before Thanksgiving and I’m at the Meals-2-Go section in the Western State University Center Café stuffing saran-wrapped turkey sandwiches into my backpack while...

Fabric

Elise Burke -

I was finishing some designs for a stockbroker’s boathouse when my friend Nancy called to tell me my ex-husband had had a heart attack....

Palm

Natali Petricic -

There is a knock at the door. I leave the comfort of warm sheets, place feet into thin-soled slippers. When I open the door, a steaming...