Fiction (Page 7)

Written by RF Wilson –  He hefted the wine bag and held the back door open while she carried the groceries into the kitchen. He followed her in and put the bottles in the rack. “You fixing the chicken?” she asked. “Only if you don’t want to.” “Then will youContinue Reading

Written by Celia Miles – (Mature theme) –  “The sound of frying meat and the truth–them’s two things you never heard in that holler.” Her cousin Gordie’s comment took her back. God, how it took her back. In Spokes Funeral Home viewing room, semi-strangers drifted by, murmured to her, “GoodContinue Reading

Written by Nancy Dillingham – (Mature theme) — I — Summertimes, my daddy’s uncle John sat in a black coat and hat on the high front porch in his house beside the creek, legs crossed, scrutinizing the world with distant eyes as it moved up and down the road beforeContinue Reading

Written by Nancy Dillingham – (Mature theme) ~~ Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. By Louise Bogan ~~   — I — Her skin, like paper that has been folded many times and carried in someone’s pocket likeContinue Reading

Written by Dave Rowe –  It took two beers but finally George got his courage up to speak to Tanya, the deeply cleavaged, dark-eyed beauty behind the bar at Max’s. Finally, following a throat-clearing, it came – “So I understand you guys are gonna have music tomorrow night.” “That’s right,”Continue Reading

Written by RF Wilson –  The other side of the bed was vacant. I listened for sounds in the bathroom and the kitchen, got up and skulked around the apartment. I looked out on the landing thinking maybe she’d gone out for a smoke. In the kitchen, I pushed theContinue Reading

Written by George Ellison –  Sunlight was refracted in multicolored beams through the stained glass window in the east-facing wall of the care worn church in what is known as Burnt Cove. The purple mountains, white lilies and red roses seemed to glow within the leaded confines of the rectangularContinue Reading

Written by Nevada McPherson – A faded red pick-up truck rolls into a trailer park, heading toward a single wide trailer with a rickety deck surrounded by lawn ornaments: flamingos, gnomes, and butterflies. Lila parks the truck and gets out. In her late-thirties, she looks and dresses like a woman withContinue Reading

Written by RF Wilson – Sheila Magnuson, a barista at Mean Beans Cafe, was on a break when she noticed that Sam was missing. Sam was a neighborhood icon, always seen seated on a chair outside the front door of the Downtown Gentlemen’s Store. He looked like a life-sized Cabbage PatchContinue Reading