Ernesto Reyes

May 28, 2018


Deception 1:28 a.m. Looking at him, she was able to feel his guilt and remorse, but this was something mutual. She nearly hated him, but not as much as she hated herself. They were sitting at the kitchen table. No one had said anything in almost twenty minutes. The only distinct noise in the entire […]

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William Cass

May 21, 2018


Gumdrops Esther stood at the kitchen counter listening to the news on the radio and waiting for the kettle to heat on the stove.  The weather report predicted that the oncoming snowstorm would be the worst of the winter so far.  She looked outside the window as the gray, heavy-bellied clouds gathered over the treetops; […]

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Frank Beyer

May 14, 2018


Mr Nice Around eight months after switching from bikes to electric Kivurz trikes things finally settled down. The new, wider wheels made the Kivurz more stable and so nobody was in danger of rolling one. Ross, the postie who’d stolen the wheel bolts was long gone. Post had told police about the theft and damage […]

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Jeff Nazzaro

May 7, 2018


Proven Points I hadn’t had a drink in fifteen years. No New Year’s resolution or intervention; no riot act, divorce, or DUI. No AA. I just quit. Lots of hangovers, lots of little embarrassments, not a few blackouts, some periods of moderation washed away by ruthless binges, and then I stopped. I was twenty-two. On […]

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Jerry Vilhotti

April 30, 2018


The Finger I was playing golf with my cousin Flab and my oldest brother Lenny who graduated from three penal institutions all ready. Flab, older than I, kept saying after every bad shot that that had been his fault and finally after hearing this a dozen times, I asked him whose fault did he think […]

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Salvatore Difalco

April 23, 2018


Between Sleeps There was a hole in my ceiling, directly over my bed. I’d been awoken from a deep and nurturing sleep by a whooshing sound. Air pouring in through the hole made this sound. As I rubbed my eyes, I wondered if a meteorite had smashed through the roof. I live on the top […]

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Robert Wexelblatt

April 16, 2018


An Address Book             It was small, just six inches by four, covered in brown leather, worn and cracked.  I imagine it was handsome half a century ago.  I found it in one of the cartons of small items my parents kept when they cleared out my late grandfather’s house.  My mother had saved a […]

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