Issue 10 / Summer 2017 The veteran relief pitcher worried the ball with his fingers, shaking off every sign the catcher offered. Soon, if this guy didn’t get something going, Roger was going to have to DVR the game. Fantastic. Littering his newish apartment,...
Issue 9 / Spring 2017 At first, the scaffolding had taken some getting used to—the men’s work boots at eye level, their cell phone conversations, the Spanish radio, the dark. Beneath the filmy cocoon of painter’s cloth it was always dusk, every room shadowed....
Issue 9 / Spring 2017 It was love at first fight, or maybe at second. It’s the old story, I guess. The girl is touchy about failing fifth grade, and the boy, annoyed that she’s been assigned to share the double-desk with him, keeps teasing her about it. Next...
Issue 9 / Spring 2017 Temember that lesson when you were small, about taking candy from strangers? John Wayne’s mama never taught him that; he heard it through TV, sure, but no one ever told him explicitly not to, ’cause mama didn’t think she...
Issue 8 / Winter 2017 T hey weren’t friends, so Gayle wasn’t sure why she was there. When Marge invited her to her family’s beach house, Gayle was sure that the woman was talking to someone else. “It’ll be fun,” Marge whispered as the women walked out of their...
Issue 8 / Winter 2017 A n elderly lady remained secluded on her part of the island and never strayed far from her home that was built into the side of a large sand dune where sea oats met scrub oak at a limestone deposit. Her shelter was canopied with collapsed...
