Rebirth
Creative Non-fiction by Tracie Adams I will lift you from embryonic waters, my heart a purring engine against your buttery skin. I will kiss your rosebud lips, feed you from my own body. You will wrap tiny fingers around my thumb, blink up at me with eyes ancient as starlight, and I will whisper fragile…
The Perfect Day
By Jayashree Sitaraman She woke up to a perfect day. As soon as she woke up, she felt refreshed since she had slept straight for 7 hours without being interrupted by bouts of acidic burps or bursts of muscle spasms or plain boring insomnia or some other nuisances that are all too common once you…
The Rose
By Alice Baburek The heavy metal doors locked into place. A loud clang echoed against the dingy prison walls. Immediately, the lights grew dim. This prison held no more than two hundred inmates at one time—every bed in use. He plopped down upon the thin, worn-out mattress, ignoring the impulse to scream. Sometimes confinement within…
Real Weddings
A Memoir by Heather Emmanuel You know there won’t be anyone to walk you down the aisle, so you never let yourself picture it. The guest count will be uneven; your family is considerably less tolerant of all this. The wrong person—a well-meaning plus one who has never been to a non-denominational wedding—will ask, where…
An Acceptable Danger to Society
By Foster Trecost He fished a tissue from a hidden pocket and dabbed his forehead, then called the cops. When they arrived, he displayed his blood like a court-ordered indictment. He demanded her arrest, and she in turn demanded his. The police looked at each other, then at the therapist, who looked like he needed…
The Boy and his Little Brother
By Jay D. Falcetti After a particularly torrential night, a little boy woke up and witnessed how the storm had changed his yard by covering it with mud, clay, stones, and branches. It didn’t take too long before he decided to make himself a little brother. Using the hard clay, silt, and mud, he formed…
Hidden Treasures
By Wendy K. Mages Trudging familiar streets, cement sidewalks hard underfoot, cars whizz past. Glancing down, lilies of the valley surprise, beckon. Were these little jewels here when last you walked this way? As little ivory bells bloom among emerald leaves, hope blossoms. On an ordinary day, on an ordinary road, secret treasures abound. …
Leftovers
By Laura Casey I watch silently as the robin hits the window. It crashes against the glass with a sharp, dull thud. Someone else might call it a sign, an omen. I’ve had enough of those. Instead, I sigh and walk into the kitchen. I flip the switch on the coffee pot and listen as…
The Last Kayak Trip
By Alan Kolok Christie had a rule to never kayak solo, but today’s trip was different. She loaded the kayak herself, tying it down the way Scott taught had taught her. Readjusting the driver’s seat of Scott’s truck, she repositioned the mirrors and prepared for the long trip, which would take the balance of her…
The Abduction of Moira Gladys
By Bartholomew Lamb Prompted by the pestering ding-dong sound of the doorbell, Moira reluctantly left her opulent silk-upholstered red sofa, where for the past hour she had been indulging her intellect in the late-night cable news over a bottle of Chianti. Moira shuffled her bare feet across the red Persian carpet to the foyer and…
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