Written by Dave Rowe – Hello readers, I’m Tommy Wilkens and what I do is sit on a bench on the Atlantic City boardwalk playing my guitar and singing in hopes that people will stop to listen, then drop money in my case. So look, here comes a middle-aged couple. He’sContinue Reading
Written by L.B. Sedlacek – From the list of dos and don’ts of a garbage collector: Watch everything at all times. Predawn. Friday. Somewhere in a crumbling alley. My overalls were covered in tomato juice. My hands with cocktails and rainwater. I wiped them on my shirt. I smelled. I alwaysContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – The phone rang. They looked at each other. After the second ring, he got up. The name of the caller shown in the ID window was “Unknown.” He didn’t answer it. When he returned to the living room, she didn’t look at him but shookContinue Reading
Written by Nancy Dillingham – I – She watches as her husband plows the field, getting it ready for planting. His back to her now, leather reins around his neck, he moves forward, gently clucking to the horse, pulling expertly on the reins, holding the plow in a straight row. ItContinue Reading
Written by Kaitlin Hayes – Jonesie was abandoned twice before he found me. His first owner loved him, as far as I can tell, since he got all his vaccines and grew up with good musculature and a healthy coat; but still, one day Jonesie was surrendered to a shelter.Continue Reading
Written by Nancy Dillingham – I – Heat bangs off the dark blue and white Humko lard buckets, and they squeak as she swings them back and forth in either hand as she walks. Beyond the paved road, the now shaded, powder-dry path leads into the boundary. She walks along theContinue Reading
Written by Joe Perrone Jr. – The hot sun beat down like a blast furnace upon my exposed neck. I wanted to move, but didn’t dare. Something deep inside, something primal, told me I had better remain where I was—or else. I pressed my body closer to the hot, steamyContinue Reading
Written by David Teague – Raymond flipped through his Spice of Life cookbook and found a recipe for Herb-Crusted Cheese Truffles. The invitation to Melissa’s party was the first he’d received since the divorce, and he wanted to show his office mates that a single man could bring something moreContinue Reading
Written by Tom Davis – Mama said she could just die. Daddy sighed and shook his head. The new preacher’s wife gagged. Aunt Josie’s eyes rolled. Paw Paw grinned. And Uncle Bud. . .He gnawed on his drumstick. I hate okra. I can’t stand the sight, the smell, and mostContinue Reading
