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Holland photo
November 1, 2007 | Fiction

Holland

M. T. Fallon

The cobble gloss contained inchoate images underfoot. Miram broke his stride and knelt to inspect the watery sheen but could not catch the specter. Drunken houseboat dwellers under an open awning

Don't Stop Now photo
November 1, 2007 | Fiction

Don't Stop Now

Al Riske

We spread a blanket off to one side of the boat launch, under some trees. Island Lake, in Shelton, Washington, is surrounded by small private homes, and this is the only public access. Since it's

Hello photo
October 1, 2007 | Fiction

Hello

Glen Pourciau

He knew what he was doing. He knows I don't say hello to him, knows that when I see him I see an empty spot, but he walked into the meeting and looked straight at me and said hello. He knew I

Awfulness photo
October 1, 2007 | Fiction

Awfulness

Kevin Grauke

The boy found the helmet perched atop a bag of trash set out in front of Mr. and Mrs. Traska's house across the street. Well, only Mrs. Traska lived there now. A few weeks earlier, the boy had

Wonder Bread photo
October 1, 2007 | Fiction

Wonder Bread

Amy Abrams

The apartment smells of burnt toast when Marcia arrives home from work. Her husband, Gary, having toasted two loaves that afternoon, hovers over the linoleum kitchen counter cutting slices into

The Missing Eye photo
September 1, 2007 | Fiction

The Missing Eye

Siel Ju

I'm functional in the sense that I make it to evening confrontations. At the sushi bar, Gita keeps talking about some girl she works with: "I just think that she's just really into identity.

Lobo photo
September 1, 2007 | Fiction

Lobo

Margaret Bentley

I rest my head on a pillow, falling in and out of sleep. Outside the windshield, locusts reflect light like shooting stars as they catch in the car's turbulence. I rouse slowly, watching

Autobiography photo
September 1, 2007 | Fiction

Autobiography

Tiff Holland

"You played sports?" he asks over dinner. They're having baked chicken and baked potatoes. Clean food is how she thinks of it, only a little butter on the potato and no salt. He's pouring ketchup

I WIll Unfold You With My Hairy Hands photo
September 1, 2007 | Fiction

I WIll Unfold You With My Hairy Hands

Shane Jones

The hair monster checked out the ass of a handicapped woman. She was standing with her back turned when the hair monster noticed her panty line against her white tights and thought, hey hey hey. He

Cabin Fever photo
August 1, 2007 | Fiction

Cabin Fever

Paul Silverman

She was what his father, who had a Betty Grable calendar in the garage, used to call a bleached blonde, and she was kind of daffy-taffy in that old Hollywood way. Face all smooth and creamsicle

The Dead Walk Backwards photo
August 1, 2007 | Fiction

The Dead Walk Backwards

Steve Finbow

The earth is deep brown and peppered with crows. Sorry-looking cows nuzzle the frozen refuge. Two mongrel dogs, skinny, tentative, sniff at my backside. Submerged concrete -- cuboid and rectangular

Crimes of the Post-Divorce Era photo
August 1, 2007 | Fiction

Crimes of the Post-Divorce Era

Diane D. Gillette

Gerry let out a loud belch and tried unsuccessfully to focus on Albert.

"I've got to get her back. I miss her so much."

There were tears in Gerry's eyes and Albert felt his stomach clench,

Secret Keepers photo
August 1, 2007 | Fiction

Secret Keepers

Teresa Tumminello Brader

What was he thinking? Any one of us could've found it. Cards, letters, notes, and worst of all, photos. A woman -- a blonde, of all things -- who was, most definitely, not my mother.

In the

Collision photo
August 1, 2007 | Fiction

Collision

Kathleen Lindstrom

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I'm 43. I'm sure."

"It's a big decision. It's a life."

"Don't you think I know that? I'm Catholic. I know what a life is."

"I should have worn

Agnes and Ned photo
July 1, 2007 | Fiction

Agnes and Ned

Jonny Diamond

She had death in her hands, in her heart, in the americ tang of her angry sweat: she was jealous of a piece of bread. It was a dark, trunk-thick loaf of Polish bread, and Agnes could think of

Four Sieges photo
July 1, 2007 | Fiction

Four Sieges

Erin Fitzgerald

I.

Deirdre doesn't talk to Nicole anymore, but she thinks she does. Last winter, six months went by with neither one of them saying anything. Right around Memorial Day, Deirdre asked if she

Nine Paragraphs about the Future (In Jacksonville, Florida) photo
July 1, 2007 | Fiction

Nine Paragraphs about the Future (In Jacksonville, Florida)

William Peterson

1. Ionization

In a city where everything feels a bit belated, where the clever ones agonize over looming hindsight, our advertising company accelerated toward modernity, at last, on February

Unpublished Manuscript #36 photo
July 1, 2007 | Fiction

Unpublished Manuscript #36

Joe Clifford

Kitty peeled dead flies off the screen. She squinted in the direction of the boatyard. "No boats today," she muttered to herself.

A late season heat wave had brought a constant haze that made

Liberating Crabapples photo
June 1, 2007 | Fiction

Liberating Crabapples

Richard Osgood

Leonard Crank is an ass. He's a beer-in-a-can-drinking, White-Owl-cigar-smoking, wife-beater-wearing, greasy-haired slug. He is also my next-door neighbor. As for me, well, I have always been the

The Cousinfucker photo
June 1, 2007 | Fiction

The Cousinfucker

Litsa Dremousis

"Rita, I know you've slept with one of your cousins," Mom told me this morning at brunch.

My stomach kicked. I stopped chewing but couldn't swallow.

"Here, drink some juice," she said and

It's About Time photo
June 1, 2007 | Fiction

It's About Time

Martin Dodd

He sits in his chair, absently running his fingers through his thinning white hair. She hunches on the sofa, quivering, holding a shredded tissue in one hand and rubbing warmth into her forearm

Snakes & Ladders photo
June 1, 2007 | Fiction

Snakes & Ladders

Michael Loughrey

A ticket to watch Cindy do her striptease cost a dollar and an ice cream.

Terms and conditions of business were:

1) The dollar could be paid as a bill or in loose change, but currency from

Proofreader photo
May 1, 2007 | Fiction

Proofreader

Jeff Landon

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My father’s ashes clumped on the way to Smith Mountain Lake—it was probably the humidity. We had transferred his ashes from the urn because my mother thought the urn was ostentatious. We had

Transit photo
May 1, 2007 | Fiction

Transit

Laura van den Berg

Dina stood on the edge of the platform. She liked to feel the rush of the subway as it roared past. It was midnight. She was coming from a movie about a woman who liked to photograph strangers.

Lake-Effect Snow photo
May 1, 2007 | Fiction

Lake-Effect Snow

Sean Mills

The next morning, you get a call from the Days Inn Akron South and he tells you he’s been in an accident. He is unhurt but crying into your answering machine, saying that he didn’t want to call you

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