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Alone
by Lily Tierney Debbie sat alone at a table in an empty restaurant. She ordered a tuna sandwich and a cup of coffee. The waitress was heading in her direction with it. Her order was placed in front of her, and the waitress said enjoy. Debbie thought that was kind of funny in a sad…
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The Last Guru
Steve Carr, who lives in Richmond, Virginia, has had over 330 short stories published internationally in print and online magazines, literary journals and anthologies since June, 2016. Four collections of his short stories, Sand, Rain, Heat, and The Tales of Talker Knock, have been published. His plays have been produced in several states in the…
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Getting Even, Oddly Enough
by Cliff Saunders Even white snow is full of bacteria, full of passion and a sigh. Be thankful for its sex appeal. September sings, even to spouses who need a bodyguard of lies. Even a blue wave sings beautifully but leaves out something important. Let a thousand flowers love it nonetheless. Everything must go, even…
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Joyce
by Ed Ahern When I was fourteen there was a girl I thought was cute but never had the nerve to chase. We spent four years near but never close and thirty years in mutual ignorance. Her image lingered in what-if conjectures about who I’d guessed her to be and how we might have meshed…
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Behind Me in Line
by Mary Shanley She had a bobbed nose. I recognized the tell-tale incision scars around her nostrils. She wore an excess amount of copper colored face powder. When I caught a brief glimpse of her full face, I could see that her nose was pushed down and to the right; crushed like a prize fighter.…
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Two Poems
by J.S. MacLean EvolutionThe scientists saidtrees grow, I watched one awhileand no they do not. Invisible MinorityThey are not ghoststhat prowl the earthdown lanes of truthwith greed for sight. J.S. MacLean J.S. MacLean has been writing poetry since the early 70s with two collections “Molasses Smothered Lemon Slices” and “Infinite Oarsmen for one” available on…
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Pulled Over
by Christopher Bell “I still don’t know what to do with that spare room.” Elaine let her fingers edge in and out of the window. “I mean, it can’t just be for all that shit we don’t wanna deal with.” “I thought that’s why we got the two bedroom.” Tim drove faster than usual in…
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Collecting
by Trista Hurley-Waxali When he said we were moving in, I wasn’t sure what he meant. Most of our friends were demolishing and then rebuilding, so it wasn’t so much as moving in but entering a perfectly designed space. At least, that was the promise that architects have when they competed like football teams for the…