Welcome – by DON TASSONE

Welcome     The snow whipped at his eyes, nearly blinding him.  Frostbitten and exhausted, he could go no farther.   He’d been walking for two days.  That’s when the blizzard hit and he got separated and lost.   Now, in the distance, he saw a light.  Summoning all his remaining strength, he headed toward…

Mrs. Underwood – by DANIEL C. ROCHE

  MRS. UNDERWOOD By Daniel C. Roche       Mrs. Underwood lifts a cup of coffee toward her lips.  Black.  No cream or sugar allowed.  A woman of her advanced age can no longer afford such luxuries.  Doctors’ orders.  Her frail hands tremble as she blows the steam away from her perspiring lips.  She…

PLEASE STAND CLEAR – by Brianna Fenty

PLEASE STAND CLEAR     I have mastered the art of being alone without succumbing to loneliness. Anyone on the outside looking in through the tinted train windows might think such a statement a blatant manifestation of a woman deep in denial, drowning beneath roaring waves of solitude. But that simply is not the case….

Sand – by STEVE CARR

SAND by Steve Carr   A storm is coming. Like a gray veil being lowered in front of the horizon, the dark clouds and falling rain have spread across the ocean and are moving toward shore. Flashes of lightning intermittently make the sky above the storm glow a brilliant white. The water has turned from…

Through the Veil – by THOMAS ELSON

Through the Veil by Thomas Elson         Katherine was born in an isolated section of an isolated state where creeks were called rivers and foothills called mountains, where the letter “r” held its rightful position in the word Washington, and the final syllables of the word Arkansas were pronounced exactly the same as the state…

The Cookie Jar – by MICHAEL MORRIS

The Cookie Jar   Little Bill constantly snatched his grandmother’s homemade treats. Every day after school, he went to his grandparents’ house, and did his homework at the kitchen table while his grandmother fed him two cookies and a glass of milk. He was never allowed more than this, but too often he could not…

Chance / Woman – by THOM YOUNG

Chance   he gave his only son so that a wretch may become a treasure he gave his last dime to play A2 on the jukebox again and again for there was something left a magic a chance one more time to get up and kick life in the teeth.   Woman   if you…

Owed to Continuation of Species – by PETER BRACKING

  owed to continuation of species   banks you gotta hand it to ’em (and you do you certainly do) banks would slice off your testes rip out your tubes if it were not for their ever grasping need (banks) to claim your first born and any and all subsequent birthings *** Peter Bracking tells…