Category Archive: Fiction
David Borofka – Fiction
It sounds like a joke, doesn’t it, or the beginning of one? Three gunmen enter a bar? Only there were two nearly identical gunmen rather than three of a different order, and Que Sera was more restaurant for the senior citizen set than bar for those with lives yet to live, and the joke, well, there was no joke. Who but a sociopath would joke about a mass shooting in this day and age?
Debbie Graber – Fiction
Rich and I hit a few balls, when he pulled me off the court, his finger up to his lips. He led me down a hallway to an alcove. The sun streamed in through a skylight, illuminating a balcony above. Everything was silent except for the echo of my Adidas’ rubber soles scraping against the floor.
Jonathan Singer – Fiction
It’s a new world out there, the email read, and the paper was determined to do its part to help shape it. Out were clues reliant on knowledge of the Roman Empire or movies from before 1975. In were things like present-day commercial jingles and streaming services. More sports, less literature.
Harvey Huddleston – Fiction
On the runway before climbing up the tail-gunner tells me he has a bad feeling about this trip. Says these 17s feel like a coffin to him and he’ll bail out at the first sign of trouble. I say we all will as a last resort but he’s not listening so I shut up.
Shoshauna Shy – Fiction
Bright sun. My eyes water. You are standing at the end of the point. On the horizon, Kirk and Matty float back-to-back on the inner tube, legs dangling in the cold water. A small finch lands on a bough of the spruce in front of me, and its weight reveals a linen shoulder–Anita’s shoulder–level with your knees.
Michael New – Fiction
She stood out of her chair under the fruitless mulberry tree and strolled over to the century plant. She paused, surveyed the lot, and then bent and snatched up a rock she threw in my direction with all her might.
To avoid being pelted by the stone, I hit the dirt.
To avoid being pelted by the stone, I hit the dirt.