Issue 13 / Spring 2018 Morgan Mayfield was, by and large, a contented man. That was why, when the brochure came in the mail, he threw the glossy envelope unopened into the large cane wastebasket that sat under the table in the hall. The second time it arrived,...
Issue 13 / Spring 2018 The address on the flyer led him to a quiet industrial estate with a neon road sign: “Ready to change your life? TED IS HERE!”` Ken parked his dusty pick-up and checked his teeth. He had a pen in his jacket and clutched a new pocket-sized...
Issue 13 / Spring 2018 Jill stood at the end of the driveway, her hands cupped, nearly closed. One hand was full of cheese cubes, which left a residue on her skin. The other was full of apple slices, which left a sticky sweetness. She pushed her sunglasses down...
Issue 13 / Spring 2018 Ella veers and ducks to avoid the thorns but it’s no use: her arms and legs are full of pricks and she is bleeding in at least two spots. The helmet slides down over her left eye, then right, depending on the direction she swerves, but if...
Issue 12 / Winter 2018 There was a hole where Magnifico’s rosebushes had been. He contemplated the void, a large gold coin dancing between the knuckles of his left hand. With his right hand, he removed a rock from heavy, scented paper lying on discarded thorns....
Issue 12 / Winter 2018 Carla’s trying to decide Payday or Milky Way when a stranger comes up and asks if she’s found the Lord. “Why,” says Carla. “Is he missing?” She’s hungry. Not in the mood for dealing with religious fanatics in the Kentucky Welcome Center’s...
