by Julie Ann Shapiro I wake up sweating. It’s the same dream. Smooth flat surface, late afternoon shadows. A sloping valley, two pebbles. Boulders the color of sand; a giant hand caresses the boulders. Late afternoon shadows and the boulders turn to granite. I...
Paula J. Lambert Delia wasn’t sure Frank loved her and now that she might be pregnant, that seemed like a problem. She sat naked on the edge of the tub with her knees together and her bare feet spread, the EPT box on the floor beside her. At 39, she was too old...
by W.A. Smith “What bothers the hell out of me, like nothing else, is when I start singing a song’in the shower or something, or while I’m getting dressed’and you start singing it too.” The man paused and shifted the gun to his left hand...
by Matthew Haynes On a Saturday morning, about noon, when I have risen from a gin sleep, questing the house for coffee, taking my place in the line outside the bathroom door, gripping my thighs, remarking at the delight of visiting home, curious at turning...
Well, boys.’ Granddad dropped his cane and placed his hands on a shoulder of each. His demeanor suddenly took on a somber tone. ‘Truth be tol’, I brung you both in here for more ‘an just a-gift givin’ an’ a-grabbassin’....
