Short Story

Toast of New York

Rebecca Keith -

Thursday afternoons we volunteer at the senior center. It’s in a basement in the projects at the end of the block. It smells like...

Now We Must Speak in the Past Tense

Lee Matalone -

Sometimes the phone rings and when she goes to answer no one says nothing. Sometimes she’ll wait for five minutes on the line, listening....

Jesus Rides a Nuclear Warhead into My Nightmares

Todd Summar -

The scratchy tick of a clock echoed in the dark as people squirmed in their seats. The pews creaked under ample, corn-fed buttocks. The...

The Body Between

Ilana Masad -

John opened his eyes and saw that he wasn't alone in the room anymore. He caught the thought and ripped through it, scattering the...

A Thin Green Mist

Robert Shaw -

My wife removed ladies underwear from a paper bag. “Found a bag. Opened the bag. Looked inside the bag.” She held up a pair...

Notice of a Fourth Location

Kristen Arnett -

When they asked, I said the woman looked like she was sleeping. She looked like I did every night in my living room, dozing...

Stay A While

Alice Kaltman -

I needed a goddamn purpose. Everyone around me was, pardon the lingo, finding themselves. Women my age were going on yoga retreats, throwing clay, volunteering...

Swimming Through Whales

Shannon Alberta -

I am not avoiding the mouse. I will deal with it—as soon as I’ve woken up, as soon as I’ve had my coffee. I use...

The Surrogate

Caille Millner -

Cecily is six months pregnant with someone else’s child when her husband tells her that he wants a baby of his own. It’s not...

The Return to Monsterland

Sequoia Nagamatsu -

This story will be included in the forthcoming collection Where We Go When All We Were Is Gone (Black Lawrence Press, 2016). It originally appeared...