More – by NICK BLACK

MORE He holds a crisp new fiver between his fingers. “No,” I say, encouraged by the sweat on his top lip. “More.” He sighs and parts his wallet again. “I’ve only got a twenty,” he says. “Have you got change?” “I’ll take the twenty,” I say. “And the five.” Since The Incident At Svetlana’s BBQ,…

Lunch with Maurice – by MICHAEL ZONE

Lunch with Maurice By Michael Zone     I was doing time at the Aqua-Cola warehouse.   My eleventh W2 in my factotum year facing eviction and total starvation.   Maurice, a pudding formed figure with a handlebar mustache, sat across from me during lunch.   A half hour ordeal of me trying to eat…

His Story / My Story – by BRIDGET LANGDON

His Story/My Story “Then how Spalding was in a car accident and his brain was injured and how maybe—probably, definitely, definitively—that’s why he jumped off the Staten Island Bridge, drowning on purpose.” –Eva Hagberg Fisher, “Vital Signs” Under this passage I wrote “can confirm.” But I don’t know this because of my personal brain injury….

A Six Word Story’s Adolescence by Jeffrey H Toney, PhD

A Six Word Story’s Adolescence It was a strange, beautiful birth. From more than a million possibilities, six awkward words somehow found each other to tell the tiniest tale ever told. It could have been providence, it could have sprung from passion’s spark, or it could have been just dumb lazy luck born from a…

Double Trouble – by VOIMA OY

Double Trouble Doubles were supposed to make things easier, weren’t they? The truth is complicated. Jack and Jeri were the perfect couple, but that’s not so surprising. They were compatible even on a molecular level. What is surprising is that they were not happy. They wanted more time together. Jack’s job as a data miner…

What If You Need A Pen? – by C R SMITH

What If You Need A Pen? It will be different this year. The words scream out from the very first page of my journal — my hopes for the future writ large. But who was I kidding, this is the last day of the year and it has turned out to be like every other….

Job Creation – by KATE BRADLEY-FERRALL

JOB CREATION   HER: How’s the grilled cheese?   HIM: Fine.   HER: And the wine?   HIM: Also fine.   HER: Good.   HIM: So, what do you want?   HER: What do you mean, what do I want?   HIM: I mean, what do you want? You never cook dinner unless you want…

Wished – by MICHAEL MORRIS

Wished She came his direction carrying a sandwich wrapped in the paper of the downstairs deli. She held it, he imagined, as Sophia Loren might: elbow bent, hand up near the shoulder, dainty and useless as a handbag. He could feel his throat constricting as he said hello.   She stopped, and regarded him a…

The Patch of Darkness – by MARIAH SCHLUETER

The Patch of Darkness   Purple cigar smoke choked the air, but the woman remained dead to the world on the corner frozen with the combined efforts of Jack Frost and General Winter. The nameless patch of darkness puffed again. He blew a smoke dragon. It slithered around the woman’s body.   The shadow saw…

Life is Fleeting – by PLEASANT STREET

The corner of his lip curved, his fingers withdrew. She sighed her displeasure. He reached for his glass nestled between two pillows. The liquor gutted him like a machete pulled from flames and thrust into flesh. He would never tell her that the ulcer was flaring again. It was only fair.  She was the one…

Butch – by ROBERT BOUCHERON

  Butch     After so many adventures in foreign lands, in the circus, on the moon, undersea, and that unreported incident in Brooklyn, Dr. Dolittle looked forward to a quiet life. Not retirement—he was still vigorous, at the height of his powers, as round in the middle as he was short. He still dressed as though…