The men had just turned the corner when bullets screamed past, hitting the cinder block building with popping smacks of concrete dust. They scrambled for...
The Colonel’s Gift
By our scalps the soldiers dragged us into the kitchen, knocking over the table my husband had built, and told us to keep our heads...
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“Where am I to see you from now on, Madame?” he had said to her abruptly, with that strong passion which is so pleasing to...
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I get home and Kremplus is dumping rotten meat out the window and screaming. I tell him he has to get the fuck out right...
Lemon-Clean Love: Fiction by Mark Benedict
“Hawks, man,” Kyle said, tone hushed but enthusiastic, gazing brightly at her from across the table. “Reptiles, eh, I don’t know. I mean, I can take or leave them. But birds rule, especially hawks. They’re such a sight to behold, you...
Sins and Misdemeanors: Fiction by Cezarija Abartis
Sweet Talk Draw a line on the floor thus, an imaginary line in the sand. Tell him he has to straighten out, be more accountable. “I’m...
Veterans Day 2017: Fiction by Joseph Levens
SOLDIER DOWN Under the sun umbrella on the patio deck, fanning herself to keep the heat off, Milly reads correspondence from long ago. “These dog...
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We’re crossing into Arizona when Mom looks into the rearview mirror and says to me, We’re never going back. And she’s wearing her hot pink nail polish so I...
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After I was discharged from the Marines, I needed a VA hospital not too far away from home that had the facilities to take care...
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Spaniel I I see her through the window coming up the sidewalk and I know it’s mija. It’s my daughter. I never knew what her mother told...
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I. Julius played piano in the old folks’ home, Monday and Saturday afternoons, accompanied by the sound of creaking joints. His mother called him Jewel–yuss. A clear Saturday...