T Categories Fiction Short Fiction January, 2022 The Essence of Your True Origin The tight fabric of the kite kicked against the wind and shot up into the sky. It was an exceptionally windy afternoon, but the sky..
B Categories Fiction Short Fiction January, 2022 Blue Sugar It was time. Mama and Daddy said it was time. I was almost nineteen years old. I could haul wood, split logs, drive Daddy’s tractor,..
& Categories Fiction Short Fiction January, 2022 “La Tele” Alessa’s mother left for work at 6 a.m. cada día, not a minute too early and not a segundo too late. Within fifteen minutes, Alessa..
M Categories Fiction Short Fiction January, 2022 Monumental When he fell, Frank Wetherell became the sixty-first worker to die in the construction of the tower. It would be another year and three weeks..
D Categories Fiction Short Fiction January, 2022 Dad of Mine Sometimes I’d worry that the greatest thing about me, the thing the world would remember me for above all else, was Dad. Mom was great..
T Categories Fiction Short Fiction January, 2022 The Wall The headline was the death of someone the media called a ‘bright young actor’. Abha took a sip of her morning tea and went on..
T Categories Fiction Flash Fiction December, 2021 The Fate of Seven House Keys: Imaginings “Please don’t lose this,” I say to the cat-sitter, placing my house key in her palm. “It’s the only one I’ve got left.” 1 The..
T Categories Fiction Flash Fiction December, 2021 Too Many Days “There. No. A little to the right. Yes. Perfect.” My daughter presses the bandage firmly against my skin and I wince at the burning sensation..
T Categories Fiction Flash Fiction December, 2021 The Angry Coat A woman puts on her angry coat. It really just springs to her skin as she leaves the house. She starts her walk. She encounters..
C Categories Fiction Short Fiction December, 2021 Call Me Ishmael My mother once called me Hannah, though she didn’t know it was me. A future preacher once called me a bribe from Satan as I..
T Categories Fiction Short Fiction December, 2021 The Color of Being Alive Our world is cold and gray. Grandmother tells me it wasn’t always like this. I find that hard to believe. This is all my brother..
T Categories Fiction Short Fiction December, 2021 The Art of Pickling Green Beans The aging Ford shudders its way down US 95 just south of Rome, Oregon with a rust-colored optimism I do not share. Woven seat covers,..
E Categories Fiction Flash Fiction December, 2021 End of a Rainbow I drove under a rainbow on my way home from clerking at the library one summer evening. The clouds I would drive into were brightly..
M Categories Fiction Flash Fiction December, 2021 Mango for Breakfast I pull the mango from the brown paper bag and press it twice with my thumb. Above me, Ethan’s alarm clock buzzes and the kitchen..
S Categories Fiction Flash Fiction November, 2021 Soki’s Reflections When Soki stood in the eastern corner of her terrace, she was hard to spot. Her petite frame fit into the cranny overlooking the main..
G Categories Fiction Short Fiction November, 2021 Grocery Delivery “God, I want your hair,” Mary shouts as I deliver five bags of groceries to her. Her wrinkly white index finger is pointing at my..
S Categories Fiction Flash Fiction November, 2021 She’s Just Carbon Death is total. But only two thirds of the creature who gave her life to become bacon and pork chops is useful. The other 33%..
H Categories Fiction Short Fiction November, 2021 He Says He says he wants to quit smoking, but by now those words are perfunctory. Along with I need to go for a run and we..
H Categories Fiction Short Fiction November, 2021 Hanging Laundry She died at the age of thirty, at the clothesline in her own back yard on the first day of summer vacation. Dropped straight to..
T Categories Fiction Flash Fiction October, 2021 Two Stories by Allison A. deFreese Two pieces of flash fiction by poet and translator, Allison A. deFreese.
L Categories Fiction Flash Fiction October, 2021 LeftRight It was the year of strange weather. Whirring blades of Chinooks above him, he rehearsed a monologue sometimes, in preparation for a testimony he felt would be demanded, soon.
S Categories Fiction Flash Fiction October, 2021 Signature The first letter of Georgia’s name was supposed to be a tribute to a dead great grandmother on her father’s side that no one remembered.
