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Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 2 Rhett Milner Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 2 Rhett Milner

Cairn

Don didn’t care if it would storm. They were here to fish, he and his son, and they needed a break in their luck. Yesterday was merciless, snags and empty stringers. The other fishermen, however, caught more Walleye than they bothered to count.

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Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 2 Suzi Ehtesham-Zadeh Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 2 Suzi Ehtesham-Zadeh

Aab

This is not Minoo’s first visit to the Caspian seashore. She has been here one other time, when she was a child of nine or ten. During that trip, she went with her mother to the women’s part of the beach, and they went into the sea together.

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Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 2 Stevie doCarmo Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 2 Stevie doCarmo

Halcyon

They slept in knit caps in the farmhouse. Sweaters and long johns and anything flannel. Saw their breaths when they got up February mornings, even with radiators gurgling and clanging. They didn’t care.

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Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 1 Samantha Keller Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 1 Samantha Keller

The Wounded Stork

The dead bird on the front-door step was a barn swallow. Makhosi recognized the copper face and glossy blue hood that continued towards a forked tail. Its clawed feet were tucked together, as if it had been arranged there. 

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Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 1 Jordan Crider Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 1 Jordan Crider

Union Pacific

Behind my house are the railroad tracks where Cassidy Jackson found the pair of legs. They were cut just below the knees, but it wasn’t a clean cut; they were crushed, and the bones looked like an Otter Pop had been smashed by a hammer.

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Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 1 Hannah Gamble Fiction, Vol. 3 No. 1 Hannah Gamble

Shoe Shop

You might expect a shoe shop’s window display to be filled with shoes, but in this case, you’d be wrong. Instead, a brilliant array of strange and wonderful plants pressed up against the glass, completely obscuring everything inside.

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Fiction, Vol. 2 No. 2 Tom Gartner Fiction, Vol. 2 No. 2 Tom Gartner

Pottery Royalty

On my third day in East Liverpool, I walked into an antique store on a narrow street that climbed gently up from the Ohio River.  Its neighbors were a boarded-up auto repair shop and a Christian bookstore, open but deserted. The sidewalks were empty, with grass growing in the cracks.

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Fiction, Vol. 2 No. 2 Joshua Wetjen Fiction, Vol. 2 No. 2 Joshua Wetjen

Skins

Tonight, it’s clubbing. Tomorrow, Frannie says it’s an afternoon visiting an old temple in Stanley Market to see the pelt of the last real tiger ever in the territory.

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Fiction, Vol. 2 No. 2 Dinah Cox Fiction, Vol. 2 No. 2 Dinah Cox

Power Save

People will surprise you sometimes, and not because it’s your birthday or anniversary or because you were promoted at work. They surprise you without saying, “surprise!” Sometimes they mean you harm and sometimes they’re merely incompetent.

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