Issue 23 / Fall 2020 Raymond Arvizu finally summoned the nerve to check on José, who hadn’t turned up at the Good Luck Café two days in a row. Raymond’s hand shook as he inserted the spare key. A smell—he nearly collapsed. He filled his old lungs, closed his eyes,...
Issue 22 / Summer 2020 1. She thought about him at the oddest times; the thoughts vaguely embarrassing, as if revealing her to be a fraud —something other than a good wife and mother. She considered herself a practical woman, and by her sober estimation the memories...
Issue 22 / Summer 2020 Hey kiddo, I’m not going to talk about what happened. I figure you’ve got enough of that everywhere else what with all the cameras staking out the building in the morning, the counselors they’ve got in the corners of all the rooms where your...
Issue 22 / Summer 2020 The little girl and boy were screaming. Not the bad screaming. Not Mia’s screaming. Lucretia stood in the outer schoolyard, looking through the fence that separated her from the scene of the crime she had created two months prior. Of all...
Issue 21 / Spring 2020 He walks on the cuffs of his pants and the way he clears his country boy throat is an abomination. For someone that I suspect might be an on-the-sly sex worker, you’d think he’d be better at it. There were things I liked—maybe even...
